Tuesday October 30, Ypres

A rainy day and time to make a good soup!

The rain started soon after midnight and it continued all day until late this afternoon. Had planned to move on today but seemed a much better idea to sit it out, especially as we wanted to see more of the War Cemeteries in this area and walking around in the rain wasn’t very appealing. It appears that most of the other campers had the same idea as there was very little movement.
A good day to sort out the cupboard with all our maps and travel books, we seem to have accumulated quite a few over the past 3 years. It was really cold, the heater has been going non-stop all day so decided to make a minestrone type soup using up some of the vegetables, a first on the road! Turned out really nice and enough left over for lunch tomorrow.
And that really sums up the day, apart from finishing a good mystery book, The Dry by Jane Harper. Not my usual sort of reading, but thoroughly enjoyed it and would recommend. Forecast for tomorrow is much better and the temperatures are going to be slightly warmer….all good.

Comments

Big.Al said…
Sitting it out in the rain sounds so apt considering what our ancestors went through, it is quite hard to comprehend sometimes what they endured. My great grandfathers brother occupies a small plot in Bailleul just south of you. I have been to the area many times and even given private tours for friends including a small group of ex army lads last year. There is so much to see.

If you haven’t moved on too far I would suggest the following. Tyne Cot, Lijssenthoek and the grave of Cpt Chavasse at Brandhoek New Military Cemetery, the only double VC recipient during WW1. I have a feeling you will find yourselves returning to discover more on future trips, even if it’s just in passing to other parts over the years to come.
Meg Lipscombe said…
I think we should have employed you as our guide Alan! We got to Tyne Cot cemetery yesterday. Another moving experience. It has really brought home to us the scale of the war. Although you read about the numbers who lost their lives, it’s not until you see all those headstones and all those names on the walls that it hits home.