When we couldn’t travel, I – like many others – had a happy place; a past trip that my mind would escape to when the restrictions of Covid threatened to bind me up in chains of anxiety or floor me with a killer dose of monotony.
Of all the places I’ve travelled over the years, the one my mind chose to visit during those exiled times surprised me. It wasn’t my honeymoon, sun-baked sands, a trip with tiny kids, a far-flung continent or a summit conquered. No, it was a mini break in La Manche – that often overlooked outpost of Normandy in France, on the top of which Cherbourg sits. A land which is unusual, surprising, beautiful, ever-changing and a bit wild.
