There used to be a freebie motorhome stopover point in Ypres but it has now become an automated card operated site a little further out from the town. It is right by the Railway dugouts Transport Farm Cemetery where over 2000 WW1 casualties lay buried. The burial ground is a most humbling place to wander round. I met an Australian couple there who had come to pay their respects to a grandparent’s comrades whose remains are among many commonwealth graves there.
At 8pm in the Menen Gate every day since 1927 there is a “Last Post” ceremony. The bugle call is played by buglers from the local voluntary fire brigade and the ceremony is administered by an association who will continue the call in perpetuity.
In 1918 at the close of the Great War, Ypres was a ruin with most of the landmarks and public buildings destroyed. The British wanted the town to remain as it was as a memorial to those who died there but the Belgians were determined to see their town restored to as it was before the war. Many of the local buildings were rebuilt exactly as they were before the hostilities. The Cloth Hall now houses a museum and records of the fallen.
I just snapped these wonderful people as they were setting up their stall outside in the street, what they were advertising with their marvellous makeup was superb is a mystery but it sure wasn’t apples .
In the 13th Century there had been a plague of rats in Ypres, then the cats brought in to clear them themselves became a plague so they threw cats from the towers above the city in times of celebration. Nowadays in these enlightened times of course they only throw toy cats from the towers but the gold statues that were so high up and only visible to a very long lens are still there.
The Menen Gate with a marching band.
Ansell is an unusual surname and I can only ever remember meeting two Ansells in my 66 years that weren’t directly related to me. I was rather shocked, therefore, when I put “Ansell” into the computer database in the Cloth Hall Museum to find the names of 207 Ansell casualties buried thereabouts. Here is one, perhaps a distant relative whose name appears on the list of soldiers whose graves are unmarked.
On a lighter note: Well! There were these two cows drinking IPSAM cocktails in a bar…..
You just don’t see this much in the U.K. this was a tiny town with not much of a river going through it but this enormous barge carrying thousands of tons of goodness knows what went under the bridge we were cycling over.
You do however see a few of these.
We had just driven through a small town called Beaufort when we came to another small town with the top blown nearly off it’s church steeple by high winds.
Our first turtle this trip, sunning itself on a log.
Into the principality and city of Luxembourg. Much of the city was being dug up when we got there with at least 10 enormous tower cranes in view wherever you stood.
This bronze statue made me smile, perhaps not as much as the sheep smiled nor indeed as much as the children managed.
We arrived shortly before Luxembourg’s national day. Celebrations had been taking place for some days beforehand including a music festival spread across the city. Pianos had been installed in a dozen locations where anyone who wished could give an impromptu concert. I did my very own rendition of “London Bridge Is Falling Down” (because I can still remember all the numbers from when my little baby Robert insisted I play it over and over again on his toy Xylophone) then Sheila played something quite complex and impressive (more than one finger and more than one hand impressive!) drawing a round of applause from bystanders.
There are miles (oops…Kilometres) of subterranean tunnels beneath the rocks that fortified the original city of Luxembourg. For five Euro (OAP discount!) you can tour these “Casements” but the info at the entrance desk does not tell the visitor that you have to climb down ten flights of spiral staircase, wander through Stygian gloomy caves suitable for dwarves or tin hatted minors then climb back up equally hazardous endless stairways like Gandalf and Frodo Et. Al. before emerging back in to daylight. Good job Sheila was wearing her Fit Bit!
Outside of the caves on the riverbank in the very centre of the city someone has the most perfect allotment. Wow this is impressive stuff- not a weed in sight.
The city is on two distinct levels. Wandering around the upper level you encounter the usual city and commercial infrastructure but below is a wonderland of parkland and impressive architecture. Getting down means a series of winding alleyways and stairs but fortunately for the weary traveller there is a lift to take you back up to the top.
The shopping area was decorated with miles of stainless steel tube that was supposed to represent the fresh air that the city experiences as it is one of the cleanest cities in Europe.
Here is a summary of the route we have taken so far. Only half a dozen out of thirty or so countries on our list.
We are currently sitting by the Moselle in Germany watching the grapes swell. (Well they ought to be….Its pouring down with rain!!) Our intentions are to go further north and East in Germany and then follow the border clockwise and re-enter France sometime in Mid August.