Mont St Michele in the cold light of day

After I returned from Mont St Michele I lay in my tent listening to the rain, and soon fell asleep, groggy with a stupefying sense of wonder. The desire to put a plug in my ear long gone. The next day I woke early, keen to see the Abbey (which unlike the city itself is…

Cycling the Normandie beach landing sites

  The ferry journey from Portsmouth to Caen is the closest I could find to the route taken by British soldiers in their liberation of Normandie on June 6th 1944 – D Day. It arrives not in fact in Caen but in the port of Ouisterham, adjacent to the long thin stretch of sand now…