We arrive in Le Tréport mid afternoon. It’s one of three adjoining towns, Eu and Mers les Bains being the other two, together locally known as the Three Sisters.
We arrive in Le Tréport mid afternoon. It’s one of three adjoining towns, Eu and Mers les Bains being the other two, together locally known as the Three Sisters.
Ah the lovely Dieppe. We only discovered it in 2024 and we’re back! Himself dubbed it ‘Honfleur on speed’ the first time around. He had a point – in between the series of harbours, yachts and endless restaurants it’s similar but oh so much larger.
No matter how many times you visit a place there’s always something new to discover. How we’ve managed to miss France’s Côte d’Albâtre for over a decade is a complete mystery.
We’re exploring legend in the world of fine spirits today. What can I say – it’s a sacrifice but someone’s got to do it. 😂 I’m just thrilled to be in Fecamp at all, our 2024 attempt having failed spectacularly thanks to road works and bad tempers.
Leaving Honfleur is a bit of a wrench. It’s the hidden trap of slowing down, you form attachments that have to be left behind.
We’re on approach to a French favourite, the lovely Honfleur. Close to Le Havre’s ferry it’s been an oft visited a spot over the years – our 6th, my buddy Google tells me.
We continue pottering along Normandy’s northern coast, enroute to the WWII D-day landing beaches.
We’ve spent a good deal of the past 13 years wandering where the road takes us without any version of a plan beyond starting and end points.
We’ve taken leave of Cherbourg, moving a short hop down the coast. There’s a woodland walk to the Viaduc de Fermanville.
It might have taken 48 days, but we’re finally in France. The plan is to slowly cruise the northern coast from Cherbourg to Calais, hopefully serving to both keep us within our mileage limit and deliver a last, if petite, French adventure.