I know this post is dismally late… But I have a good excuse.. Two little munchkins that just demand hours upon hours of snuggles (reality – eating, sleeping, pooing, bathing, screaming and hopefully playing)!
Over the Easter break we decided like the rest of London that’d we’d make our escape from the excuse of a London spring’s subzero temperatures in search of some awe inspiring scenery and culinary delights (food porn). So, we loaded the car to its capacity and headed for the Eurotunnel at some ungodly hour of the morning with a bunch of friends in tow. Our destination was the French coast, Normandy.
Thankfully then trip was pleasant as the kids and dogs slept for most of the journey. Somehow driving on the right hand side of the road seemed pretty normal, so that was no issue. Once we arrived in Calais, France we meandered down the coast towards Le Touquet in search of food. Tummies were definitely rumbling by then. We dosed up on some mussels in white wine, fries, beer and baguette. It’s all about the simple pleasures. Then headed down to our accommodation in Calonne.
This place was beautiful! Far from our expectations. Although a little chilly, as the owner hadn’t turned on the central heating.. Brrr! To we lit the fire and made a simple roast duck, mash and red wine dinner. Which was then washed down by copious amounts of champagne…
The next morning after a good filling of croissant, pain au chocolate and baguette we headed for Mont Saint-Michel. Now this place was stunning! A little bit too touristico for my liking, but we had to brave the crowds and see it nonetheless. The kids were great again, as I think they were simply taking in all the new sights. Although no nappy change tables now means I’m a guru when it comes to the risky changing nappies on your lap. Thankfully I didn’t need any changes after. Lucky!
For those of you who don’t know, Mont Saint-Michel is a rocky tidal island 247 acres in size, and is a walled commune.
The next day we discovered the nearby seaside village of Honfleur. Wow! This place was simply heaven! Not too many tourists and everything was all authentic. Perfect! The seafood was the food porn I was after (photos to follow). We ate, ate and ate… Pure gluttony. Even Annabel managed to eat snails, lobster, scallops, crab, prawns and oysters! What a result! We have a thing where once the kids hit 1yr they eat exactly what we eat. It’s come up against some criticism, but mainly resulted in people in awe of Annabel tucking into a steak when we’re out. Hey, it works for us. Plus I’m not the biggest fan or spoon feeding my kids packet gruel.. I wouldn’t eat it myself, so I wouldn’t give it to them. But I don’t judge others that do. *right, stepping off my parental high horse known as Nelly*..
We then wondered around the town and I took a little too many photos. Kid in a candy store..
That night we didn’t need dinner. But.. We did manage to tuck into a staggering amount of cheese and champagne. What? We had to get rid of it before we headed home the next morning.
Next morning after some crazy cheese induced dreams and a little wonky head, we dosed up on a greasy bacon, egg and French pastries before starting the journey back to reality with our tails between our legs.. So we packed up the car and ran around the garden where the Easter Bunny had very kindly left some eggs for Annabel to collect. CUTE!!
Till next time France. We have an excuse to return to see the D-Day beaches and museums oh and maybe some cheeky antique shopping. Again..don’t judge..
Enjoy the photos,