‘He’s pissed,’ the husband announced his diagnosis to no one in particular. For my part I was more concerned that he was about to drive a car on the wrong side of the road. Maybe even the same road as us.
Ah, the wonderful complexities of the human condition.
As if anyone ever needed an excuse to take a holiday abroad, we kind of do. Normandy has the Bayeux Tapestry and the D Day land beaches, but it wasn’t until we were there that I got around to locating the region from my scrappy knowledge of France.
It sits on the Northern edge of France and is divided into two regions, Upper and Lower Normandy, a hop and a skip from Paris and Le Mans. Upper Normandy takes in the harbours of Dieppe and Le Havre and includes the regions capital Rouen where Joan of Arc was executed.
We were going to Lower Normandy with its two harbours Caen and Cherbourg and the historically notable Falaise, and Mont St Michel as well as Bayeaux and the D Day beaches. Apparently it’s popular with us Brits in search of more than sea, sand and sailing dinghies.