La Manche.

 
maggie and milly and molly and may 
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang 
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing 
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stone 
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) 
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea 

- e.e. Cummings 

Barneville-Carteret in La Manche. 

For me, it is the most impressive beach in Normandy. Almost deserted 

(in French standards at least), a bit wild (you need to watch your 

steps for some quicksand and an occasional stranded jellyfish) and 

just enormous. 

A truly amazing place to spend your Sunday afternoon, walking by the 

glimmering waters and collecting seashells. 

Mine were tiny, but full of colours.