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Last Friday, a program on the BBC featured aerial photography during WW1. That gave me a destination to scrub in my new rear tire.....
Radar showed the possibility of rain (it did....) so I got to test my new rainsuit in the process...
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Big thumbs up for the Macna, easy to slip in and comfortable to wear. An increase in drag ofcourse, but that is what you get......
Heading south, the first point of call was Passendale, or as it is known in the english language, Passchendaele. Made notorious in (military) history for the war of attrittion fought here. 16 weeks of fighting saw some 800,000 casualties (dead and wounded) on both sides to gain 8kms..... Brits, Germans, French, ANZAC, India, Canada............
Unfortunately, many more places gained notoriety, the likes of Ieper, Verdun, etc.. And whilst this kind of warfare has ceased, we kid ourselves that wars can be fought with "precision" and that there is honour in death.
Those who die however do deserve to be remembered and that was my 1st stop, Tyne Cot. The largest Commenweatlh war cemetary in the world, for the casualties in the Ieper salient.
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As you walk towards the site, discrete loudspeakers call out the names and ages of the men that fell.
And the larks, they still fly and sing throughout the area...
Met some Australians who were visting their grandfathers grave.
Chilling though to see the majority of the headstones enscribed "known only unto God". Tyne Cot encompasses 11,954 graves, of which 8,367 are unnamed. There is also a memorial containing the names of 35,000 UK and NZ MIA.
The fields in the area had the poppies out in force, symbolising the fragility of life..
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In the trenches 1916 Isaac Rosenberg, 1890-1918
I snatched two poppies
from the parapet’s ledge,
two bright red poppies
that winked on the ledge.
Behind my ear –
I stuck one through,
one blood red poppy -
I gave to you.
The sandbags narrowed -
And screwed out our jest,
And tore the poppy -
You had on your breast …
Down – a shell – O! Christ, -
I am choked … safe … dust blind, I
See trench floor poppies -
Strewn. Smashed you lie.
Moving further south, I rode through a town that was preparing for their annual Witch procession . Many doorways were already adorned
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And hey, even witches need to eat.... [image: :laughing6-hehe:]
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Soon heading into France and that means "peage" (tolls). Since I was on a fairly tight schedule, I opted to pay the few euros instead of riding country roads...
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Got as near as 130kms from Paris, never realized how close the Somme battlelines came to the French capital...
Had it been Paris, ON I would have stepped by to see VeeferMadness :-)
My furthest destination for the day (700km in total) lies on the Somme frontline
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(just a few miles down the road is a simliar sign, marking the front line in July 1916. So you realise how much bloodshed took place for such a short advance...)
The French know it as
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The rest of the world as
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This mine detonated 1st July 1916 at the start of the Battle of the Somme
(Brits suffered 60,000 casualties on that 1st day.....).
It left a huge crater, and I mean a huge crater...
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Here a pan of the surrounding area. As you can see, "no gimme shelter" here...
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