Normandy, France

Arromanches-les-Bains

December 2019

I’ve written more on this in Better than Life.

Through December 2019 I sat at the Cafe Normandy, writing with the ever-changing faces of the channel winter seas, and the ever-changing ways the water works around the WWII pontoons. This was Golden Beach, the middle of the five D-Day beaches in the 1944 WWII invasion by the Allies, the turning point in the war.

They connected the pontoons to make a floating bridge to offload the tanks and other vehicles.

Not quite in Arromanche, but seems appropriate - a wax monk in the tapestry museum in Bayeux, another version of what I do. I just hope I’m the one with the better looks.

I was doing a Workaway, and needed from 2pm each day. So every morning I made my way down the street of this charming little Tudor village with a twist of French to the sea front to sit in this café with my coffee (did I mention that I love Tudor buildings?), and continue editing Sneferu’s Curse, my 12 year old story of time travel to ancient Egypt.

Sometimes I got hungry. . .