Hotel Flandre Angleterre
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... A third brother, James, had also fought at Fromelles but had been injured. What a horrible tragedy for one family. The last two exhibits broke my heart. The first was the ID tag of a soldier. The tag was found by the germans and forwarded to the British army. The army returned it to the family with a letter, that was also on display. The letter, or note really, was so cold. Essentially, we have this piece of Private Creswells personal effects, if we find anymore, we'll ...
... a smoke, started chatting to me in French. When he realised I couldn't speak french he whipped out his mobile and we chatted via google translate. I thought he was just being polite but he stayed with me until my train departed. And I mean he STAYED with me. He walked me to my seat, put my bag up in the overhead storage and sat down to chat until the announcement told him all non passengers must get off the train. (Well I think thats what it said) The train trip was ...
... barges and a container port as well as a few cruisers.
When we moored up at Mons we were helped by an Australian couple David and Melanie. They are originally from Rhodesia and now Australians and live in Perth. They had lived for a time in South Africa, China and Indonesia due to David being a mining engineer. David is now retired so they just bought their ex hire boat 2 weeks ago to travel Europe.
The port of Mons is very similar ...
... Post is played by the local Fire Station men and they also sang a couple of songs. A local school choir sang Advance Australia Fair. This happens 365 days of the year!
In the bus for a one hour drive to our hotel in Lille in France.
Next morning we were on the bus for a 9am start with first stop being Bullecourt near Arrass. This site was one of our largest disasters - it was ill planned and the 4th division had over 3000 casualties and 1170 Australians taken ...
... that was halted and repelled by the Aussies.
Each evening while we were in Amiens we went down to the river area and enjoyed a lovely meal. The river is the Somme river, and it felt quite strange to be enjoying ourselves next to a river whose name we've only ever associated with the horrors of war.
Tomorrow we head for Ieper, our last stop before returning to Paris on Monday.
Bye for now,
Alan and Nise