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TravelPod Member ReviewsAmbrosia Hotel Ypres
We were welcomed by Vincent and his lovely wife after booking a campsite it was simply too wet and windy to stay at.
Maybe the last room available with the Tour de France travelling through earlier in the day, our little attic room was modest but clean, tidy and comfortable.
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Another 5am wake up while still adjusting to the time difference and early summertime sunrise, we decided to start early by tightly packing the car in a tetris-like fashion in preparation for our trip across to Belgium.
Janie spoiled us again with a beautiful omlette breaky, before sending us on our way via a supermarket to stock up on …
... on the house – it’s HUGE, as are the gardens, and yes, you can see the lawn where Mr Darcy walked after his swim in the lake!
Next day was Hardwick Hall. Elizabeth Hardwick was the daughter of a farmer who, after four marriages, was the richest woman in England, after Queen Elizabeth I. She was responsible for building Chatsworth (home of the future Dukes of Devonshire) and then, when her brother died, she bought the family farm ...
... to the Ypres Salient battlefields and The Menin Road, through which so many British and Commonwealth troops had passed on their way to the Allied front line. From 11th November, 1929 the Last Post has been sounded at the Menin Gate Memorial every night and in all weathers. The only exception to this was during the four years of the German occupation of Ypres from 20th May 1940 to 6th September 1944. The daily ceremony was instead continued in England at Brookwood ...
... the sands.
As the morning wore on more cups of tea and biscuits. Pizza for lunch. All very welcome. We made steady progress and everone took turns at the helm. By the afternoon the waves were quite big as we followed the French coast northwards to Belgium. When Iain took a turn on the helm the sea was more choppy and the boat was tossed around a bit more. With the wind behind us the waves were building up, which ...
... a war on the other side of the world. The heavy rain, despite giving me a nasty case of trench foot from my leaky shoes, lent the whole experience an even more sombre and eerie feel. Arriving in Ypres in time for lunch, we were immediately impressed with what a picturesque little town it is. Completely gutted by shelling during WWI it has been rebuilt to preserve the style of buildings that were present before the war. The Cloth Hall on the main market square ...