Last week we spent a week camping in France, in a village called Touques just outside of Deauville in Normandy in the north west. We needed a slow holiday, some family time. This is exactly what we got.
Initially I had planned to head further south, for warmer temperatures. However the cheaper Dover/Calais ferry, and the logistics of driving from Bristol to Dover followed by the ferry and then more driving, helped us to make the decision to stay in Normandy.
Arriving to a forecast of plenty of rain and a few thunderstorms didn’t inspire. However we actually had a few sunny days, and found plenty to do on the rainy days.
Video games were replaced with card games, hula hooping and diabolo practise. TV time was abandoned for shell sorting, swimming, drawing and reading.
We visited Deauville, gloriously French. The beach is spectacular, the boardwalk chic.
On the damper days we visited the chateau where William the Conquerer was born, got spoiled for choice in the fanciest patisserie I’ve ever seen and took in the stunning local architecture.
It was a perfect family holiday. We are so lucky. I learned that rain absolutely does not need to spoil our fun.