Oui, oui! For a far-too-quick week, this crumpet turned into a dairy product and roved the countryside of Basse-Normandie. (Yes, I turned in to a cheese. I love cheese.) Following the model that served us well when we visited Skye last year (start here to read those posts), we set our base in a quiet holiday cottage in the middle of the Calvados area of Normandy and went out in various directions for day trips throughout the week — with a hefty dose of taking it easy, listening to birdsong, and eating local food mixed in.
I found this cottage online through tripadvisor and liked the look of it. It’s always a bit of a leap when you book a holiday cottage — gites when you’re in france — but overall I think we lucked out.
Our hosts left wine, bread and milk for us, which was a welcome sight after a long drive down from Calais. We came over on the Chunnel, which I was almost giddily excited about. At first we weren’t sure how to navigate the boarding area, but:
We just followed our noses to the platform.
Which was pretty amazing — the Chunnel is fast, simple, and the least expensive path to France from the UK if you are bringing over your own vehicle. It was like getting on the DC Metro — if you could drive your car on to the Metro.
Youngest was disappointed in the chunnel — she had imagined it would be a glassed tunnel and various fish and seals would swim around us. That visit to the Bristol Zoo made a strong impression.
The drive from Calais in to the Normandy region is not to be underestimated.
Especially if it snows (!) on the way.
Our first morning we spent being thankful we made it through the storm to our cozy cottage, and enjoying some walks around the property.
We were deep in the bocage.
The area is known for turfed agricultural borders and deep ditches, which — at least at this time of year — are filled with fast-flowing water.
And very distinctive mud.
It’s rural, is what I’m saying to you. Very, very rural.
We visited Bayeux and the Bayeux Tapestry, Mont-St-Michel, the D-Day beaches, Caen, Vire (our ‘local’ large town) and the Vire Valley. After a good long nap, I’ll get those photos together and enjoy revisiting with you.
PS – You didn’t think I’d go to France and NOT take a photo of the village recycling point, did you? Of course not.