3 hours flying later I reached Falaise which was a runway pretty much in the middle of nowhere.
Tom had sped off ahead of me and I puttered across France, sometimes as slow as 38 mph over the ground due to the headwind I had all the way.
Falaise were very helpful, I nearly was given a lift into town to go to the garage for fuel but eventually they found the keys for the avgas pump.
They had a British phone box as well!
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