27th June.Old Forts,bomb holes and Rogar.

Today my family and Rogar hopped into the car and went and saw some old forts... again. Not the same ones. On the way there we saw a horse that was right up near the fence, (Jean would be jumping the fence to ride it) so I got to pat it. And got photos taken. We got to the forts and Rogar explained everything about them. He was five when the war finished. We had to walk down lots of rock to get the kind of island, you had to walk across a bridge. When you get across you can see the holes in one of the building from the bombs hitting it. It said 1848 but I have know idea what it meant. You could walk down into a cave were they stored ammunition and other stuff. It would drip water down from the roof and get really could and wet in the caves. It wasn't that far down, about to sea level. Just above. People had done some graffiti in the old forts. They were really funny some of them. We walked back up the hill after that. Rogar is about 72 so h took the stairs. My brother and I climbed up the rocks. When we got to the point where there are two ways to go Ben decided that the LONG way was better. Obviously not many people go that way 'coz it was really muddy. I got my shoes and jeans all muddy so did my mum. After cursing him a million times we FINALLY got back to the car and drove to Camaret-Sur-Mer. Got an ice cream and drove out to the point, to see all the rocks. We went home after that all tired. SO TIRED!!!