The stone man in the Roche d'Oëtre gazes out across an endless panorama of river, forest and meadows. Four hundred feet below in the gorge twists the silver Rouvre river, flowing on to a densely wooded valley.
These granite rocks are part of the oldest mountain in France, the Amorican Massif.
Away from the bustling market towns, the countryside between Manche and Orne regions of Normandy is a land of legends. Here in thick forests and hidden meadows fairies entice, the devil leads astray, giants hurl megaliths and stories of the old kings and queens are told by firelight on long cold
When newly qualified doctor Léon Dufour arrived at Fécamp in 1881 he was 25, idealistic and infinitely kind. He would be one of just five doctors in a town of 13,000 people.
Fécamp was a busy port that had earned itself the curious soubriquet of ‘the town of women’. At any
Before tidy roads cut their way across this land, the Passais was a wild, remote place. Named from the old French passer, to pass, this was a place of passage between the Duchy of Normandy and France. These dangerous, enchanted borderlands were thick with forest and superstition.
Lost in the mists of
‘No ship ever brought so much misery to England’ said William of Malmesbury writing just a few short years after the tragic events of 25 November 1120. Centuries of historians agree with him.
It was a rock in the seas around Barfleur that changed the course of history forever. Here, back