As the sun begins to shine through the open window, I cautiously open one eye. I hadn’t heard my alarm go off yet, so I decided to wait until it did. Since yesterday was a long day, I decided to take it a bit easier today. The area around Agincourt was on the agenda.

Another hour’s drive from the hotel. After getting ready, we got in the car and drove slightly northeast. After a little over an hour’s drive, we arrived in the village.

If you had said in the morning, we would be so blessed to have it. Not chicken out on the streets. It is a view into a local bakery and disappeared, therefore, as snow before the sun. First, we made our way to the meadow, where the actual battle took place. Today, there is little to be seen on some signs, wooden uitkijktorentje, and a stone after it. After you have all the information they have read (in both French and English is below), take a closer look was taken from the tower. A card and you get a pretty clear picture of what the battlefield, there was, at that time, looked like it should have.

After visiting the meadow, we drove on to the museum. We bought a nice bottle of wine in the shop and browsed around, before exploring the exhibition. A wealth of information, a mix of French and English, and an unpleasant gnawing hunger pang didn’t help us concentrate enough to extract the most interesting information. So we quickly browsed the museum and drove to a slightly larger town less than 10 minutes away in search of breakfast.

We stumbled upon a rather obscure-looking café via Google Maps, and the reviews indicated the food was excellent. The bartender took our order and walked across the street to presumably have his mother or partner prepare our food. And lo and behold, it was truly delicious! We both had a “Welsh Complete,” which consists of a beer and cheese sauce, two toasted sandwiches, and a few slices of ham. It was topped off with a gratin, and I had a fried egg. All of this was rounded off with a basket of golden fries. Not your typical breakfast, but a pleasant way to fill your stomach.

We continued our journey towards Château Fressin, a large ruin of what was once a mighty castle. After exploring for about 45 minutes, we headed towards Le Crotoy, a coastal town across the bay from our hotel. On the way there, we found a second-hand shop where, unfortunately, there was nothing of interest. Arriving in Le Crotoy, we quickly settled down on a terrace to enjoy some ciders. We then took a stroll along the beach to kill some time before driving back towards the village where our hotel is located to eat at the same restaurant we had been at last night. After filling our bellies, we finished the day in our hotel room by reading and having another beer. Tomorrow, after two years, we can finally visit the castle and museum in Dieppe.