We're staying in a delightfully ramshackle house owned by some friends, nestled above a bend in the river, with otters and kingfishers and little water voles scurrying around as you kayak between the lily pads.
During the days, we're exploring the countryside on foot and en voiture, taking in the incredible beaches of the Normandy Landings, the Bayeux Tapestry, and continually realising that there are entire villages completely destroyed during the war, where not a single building was left standing.
At night, we're retiring to a lovely spot in front of a roaring fire to take the early autumn damp out of the air, with a glass of local cider (the hard stuff, naturally) or a little thimble of the local apple liquor Calvados (the harder stuff, naturally) and, TV-less, a good book or two.
It's a lovely spot, and we wish you were here.
[Images: John Walton for Jaunted]