Premiere Classe Douai Cuincy
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... an incredible casualty rate of 69 %. There were 5 Divisions of Australian troops, each with 20,000 men, reinforced more than 20 times. More than 400,000 volunteered to enlist, why they kept volunteering over the period of the war, with little chance of survival, seems beyond comprehension to us today. Some survived the Gallipoli campaign, only to face up again and again on the orders of misguided generals, who had little ...
We spent the first 4 hours on the barge as we had to retrace our steps from yesterday, and go through several locks along the way back to Arleux, it was good and we got off at 11am and cycled for 55kms through several small villages and some urban areas, my impressions of their part of France are that there is not a lot of money, unless the towns are very big there is little. Aristo of shops ...
... etc, etc, haha, only to find it was a train station, and there was no such museum called Albert, that is the name of the town.
So off we went, to find the British and France memorial, very moving.
Has been a most enjoyable day, very tiring from the early start, Now we are holed up in an old farmhouse in the middle of the battlefields,
... came to €19 so excellent value and quality.
We returned by tram to unload our goodies, then John went back to get a quantity of French red wine to lay down for possibly taking back to UK. Next Belgian beers!!
We have been talking about next year and although nothing is set in stone, we think we will sail ST back to UK and the Norfolk Broads where she was built. It would be late spring or early summer next year when the weather ...
... When it time to call the arranged taxi, we discovered that our "taxi driver" was, in fact, the chef! We piled into the car (David attempting to get into the driver's seat again) and we took off reaching 140 clicks in 3.4 seconds (it was terrifying)! In the gloom without street lights, we eventually found Butterworth.
Breakfast was another experience...but that's another story for another blog.
until next time