At breakfast I really struggled. There was a discussion in French about Chinese influence on French land with the other guests that morning. Marie-Josie asked me a question about farmers passing the farm down to their sons. I didn't understand the question, apart from the basic idea of it being about inheritance of farmland. I just shut down because it made me stress and I couldn't at all think of what to say, then I just stopped. I told Cyril les carrottes sont cuites - it was all over for me.

This day we went searching for our man, Charles Edward Fitzhenry. As far as I know, there are no descendants of his generation that know much about him. I got in contact a few years ago from someone who had married into the family of a more closely related family member. I have a list of names of the descendants but I have not contacted any of the people on this list. I will make it one of my research goals to contact some of these people, in order to see if they have any information on him. Charles Edward Fitzhenry was the first cousin to my great-grandfather, John Fowler Fitzhenry. He fought in the 9th Battalion, from Queensland. We don't know how much our family and his were in contact with each other. We know they were based on the Northern Rivers NSW, however most of his family were living in Paddington during the war. All the descendants to my knowledge lived around Sydney.

Around the 1850s, Judith Doyle, from Clohasta Co. Kilkenny emigrated to northern New South Wales. Her husband was Martin Fitzhenry, from the same area, around Graiguenamanagh, had died sometime during the famine. Her two eldest children being Mary who married Martin Farrell, and Martin John Fitzhenry. There was also Bridget and James. Bridget died in Sydney, whereas James stayed in Ireland and I have no further information about him. Judith was a woman with many names throughout her life. Judith Doyle, Judith Fitzhenry and Johanna Burke. She died in 1901 aged 90 years old. By the time she emigrated, she was pregnant with Michael Herbert Fitzhenry, who was born while she was in the immigrant depot. Charles Edward Fitzhenry was the son of Michael Herbert Fitzhenry, whereas we are descendants of his brother, Martin John Fitzhenry.

The Commonwealth War Graves Commission (CWGC) cemetery where Charles Edward Fitzhenry is located, named Mont Huon, is near the seaside town of Le Tréport. Along the way we stopped to see the Château de Rambures, located south of Abbeville. This was a very nice place for me to visit, because one of my friend's names is Derambure. When we got to the town of Le Tréport we found a small cemetery. A few minutes after we had found this cemetery, I remembered that this place was not the right one. The correct cemetery was further out of town, which is far larger. Mont Huon is located near a Gendarmerie and is surrounded by fields and a few wind turbines. The cemetery contains 2,364 bodies, including at least 200 Germans, 7 soldiers from World War 2, nurse Nellie Taylor and one civilian, Mrs. Gertrude Chambers. Looking at the book, we confirm we were at the correct cemetery. And then again the search for his grave was on. Lucie was the first to find him. We spent some time looking around. We spoke to the man looking after the lawns. We left our comments in the signing book for visitors. Surely this was first time anyone had come to visit Charles.

After the cemetery we spent some time at the town Le Tréport, with its funicular railway down to the town from the top of the cliffs. It is very nice town to visit, I can see why it is a popular place for the French to visit. I love the views from the very top, looking down on the town. We ate lunch there, then we visited Baie de Somme. After we parked, we walked through a castle where Jeanne d'Arc was held prisoner by the English in 1430. At St. Valery-sur-Somme we took the steam train. The train went to Noyelles-sur-Mer to stop while another train was to pass. The second part of the train trip went to finish at Le Crotoy. Pierre-Louis and I had a fun time out the back of the carriage taking in the view. Before the train, they stopped off in St. Valery for some lollies. He gave me some strawberry ones. Gee, in France, even the strawberry flavour in the confectionary tastes so good.

When we went home, we stopped for a minute at Abbeville at a boulangerie. There Cyril showed me a Tropiziènne cake. Dad gave me money, so I said to Cyril that we can buy it. So we did, and Valérie was very happy to eat it. What made the experience really nice was that Chris told me later that I should try to eat this cake and also the canelé. He said that it would be very unlikely that I could find these cakes. I was very happy when I could say to him that I easily found it and that I had already eaten them!

Sometimes I got frustrated in a restaurant. This came about when I was trying to help Dad decide what to order off the menu. In the process of going through the menu to explain what it all means, this confused the server. So in the process of helping, I managed to order two of the same dish from menu, when in fact I had not been ordering for myself. It happened twice, but at least the second time I could correct the error.