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
Just off the D901, down a narrow road hugged by tall hedges, is a fairy mansion guarded by goblins who store their treasure in one of its corners. Or so the legend says.
The fairies and goblins have not been seen for some centuries, but it is well known that the
A damp gloomy day in the Manche seemed the perfect day for exploring a Neolithic site high on a wild hill. So we went to Mont Castré, near Lithaire.
Now a protected park, for years the Mont was quarried by by the Western Granite Company. All that remains now are a