Normandy Church

We have wended our way back up to Northern France in readiness for our ferry ride home tomorrow. We are staying at a campsite beseiged by Brits, which I vaguely resent, as it is a sure sign we are closer to home. On the up side, the children have made some mew friends, leaving D and I to wander to this little church we noticed from the road. It reminded me, in the simplicity of its design of New England churches, although clearly of different building materials.

It's almost unbearably hot, although the shadows show that it's quite late in the afternoon.