The coast of Upper Normandy is rich. Rich in natural beauty and in natural history. Rich in tradition. Rich in fossils, architecture, colours (mainly greys). But it is also rich in eerie, and slightly distopic places (see my previous post). A few kilometers south of Cape Antifer (somehow this name sounds like something from a Belgian comic strip), a view from a smelly and dangerous pebble beach reveals the oil containers of the Bruneval petrol port and repository.