The downside of professing any interest in travel is that one is deluged by promotional material from tour operators and travel companies anxious to peddle their wares. A little gem from Fodors's Guides crossed our desks recently:
This picturesque area of sandstone cliffs, white sand, and shoreline caves is actually a series of beaches that come and go according to the whims of the sea. It is very close to the Dutch- French border.
Hey up, what's this? Has Mr Fodor somehow reconfigured European geography to give France and the Netherlands a common border?
