There are red squirrels in Normandy. For the English visitor this is always a wonderful surprise. In dear old Blighty our squirrels are lumpy old things as grey as our rain clouds. We have lost most of our reds, pushed out by these dreary tree rats. British children are still told
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The mad hatters of Caudebec-en-Caux
Matching a vintage postcard view of a Normandy town when 80% of it was destroyed in WW2 is tricky. Pretty little streams like the one in our picture still tumble through Caudebec-en-Caux but the streets are unrecognisable. Smooth clean lines have replaced medieval clutter and ancient brooks now rush along neat