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... both languages were fairly prevalent.
The three things Brugge is famous for were hard to miss: chocolate, beer and lace. The window displays are filled with delicious treats and marzipan - a visual feast that acts as quite the temptress. Needless to say it did not take us long to visit a chocolatier, and there were no hesitations in ordering a ‘Duval’ (Devil in Flemish - at 8% I ...
... day. as you walk to the cemetary there is a metal fence that has lines cut into it to show how many soldiers died here each day. John Lewis Scott my great great uncle was buried in the plot closest to the entrance and beside him was a young man from his battalion who died on the same day. John was 25 when he died and he had already fought in gallipoli, im 25 and I cant imagine what that would have been like. it was very special to travel here and represent my family in honoring ...
... Maarkt. We had barely switched off the ignition before Jim and Mary appeared as if by Irish Magic and filled us in with helpful advice.
Were there smiles and hugs?
And Gavin Brownies??
*wipes a chocolate crumb off her moustache with a satisfied smirk*
Not only were we greeted with a Brownie, but also a glass of bubbly which we downed out on the terrace in the sun, before finding our room and zipping ...
... these graves and paid our respects ........ just in case. Then we went to the Messines Ridge British Cemetery. We found Joe's name. Can't describe how I was feeling at this stage. Chris gave me a memorial cross to place by Joe's name. I am yet to find out if any other member of the family has been here and if so I wonder how they felt. To have been in the area where Joe fought, died and still lies .......... somewhere, is something I never ever dreamed I would do. There ...
... battles, and was where McCrae was stationed. As the only Canadian on the trip, Andre kept looking at me when mentioning the poem. Of course, I know it by heart, but as I said, I had never given much thought to McCrae's circumstances. Andre gestured to a concrete bunker, with doorways not much taller than an average human - in fact, I was the only person who didn't have to stoop to go inside. It was dank and smelled, and water dripped from the ceiling. ...