We are in France after all the rumours... Stepping ashore at midnight, the first people to greet us was a group of Red Cross nurses, practically, very cheery and jovial, but otherwise they gave us much food for thought. Spent the rest of the night under canvas on top of the hill at Boulogne, climbing thereto over the cobbles accompanied by a couple of small boys (at that time of night) singing snatches of Tiperrary, in very broken English.