Wednesday
4th September
We
arrived at breakfast the next morning in the B&B to discover we
were the only ones staying the previous night. The owners had
decided, at some point, to start their late-summer break in the
country from this day and had not accepted any bookings after ours.
We did ask why they didn’t just send us a cancellation and they
stated that we had booked so early, and they had accepted, so that
was it. Given the location in the middle of the city we were
extremely grateful.
Discussions
ensued about the previous night and we were then treated to an
unusual history of the Menin Gate. The husband came from a long line
of stone-masons and it was his grandfather who did a lot of the major
work on the gate’s construction after World War I. We got to see a
number of old photos of the planning and construction, along with
glimpses of the city before the gate was completed. Fascinating
stuff.
We
had the morning to ourselves in the city. We figured we needed to
head off at about noon for Fromelles and then to go on to Amiens
where we were booked in for the night.
The
Cathedral was open so that was the first stop and Robyn’s
great-aunt had written about it for the Advocate back just after the
war. It wasn’t bombed by the Germans as the Pope at that time had
extracted a promise that it would be spared. So the building was as
it had been for some hundreds of years. A rarity in that part of the
world.
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| Ypres Cathedral main altar |
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| Cathedral nave |
That
wander around the church and the nearby cloth house (at one time the
largest privately owned building in the world) brought us up to the
opening time of the In Flanders Fields museum located at one end of
the building. This gave a great overview of the whole of the first
World War, as it was played out in Flanders, but after about an hour
we’d had enough. The suffering gets a bit bleak and over-powering
after a while and we needed a break.
So,
chocolate.
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| The chocolate counter |
Our
B&B hosts had recommended a small chocolate shop between their
place and the Cathedral and we spend some time there allowing the
proprietor to pick a few selections for us: some for people at
Robyn’s work and some for us for Christmas. It reminded me yet
again that Belgium is such a great place for both beer and chocolate.
So much so that I’m amazed Robyn and I haven’t moved there.
The
Fromelles area that we wanted to look at consists of two main sites: the
museum, and the site of the battle, which is now known as V.C. Corner.
We got to the museum at about lunch time so settled down to another
meal at the same spot as the day before. We were a bit bemused by the
fact that no-one came out to ask us what we thought we were doing, so
we finished up and went into the museum.
While
there Robyn got into a discussion with the staff about the DNA
program they had run about ten years before. She found out that
someone was still running it, to some degree, and collected the
details for later contact.
| W. R. Riordan listed on the memorial wall |
V.C.
Corner is a few kilometres down the road from Fromelles, where the
1916 battle was fought and where Robyn's great-uncle, William Edgar
Riordan, died. The museum had on display a map of the battle lines
showing where each battalion was situated, and, of course, William's, the 54th Infantry, was front and centre. He didn't stand a chance. He was listed on the
memorial there, as he is in the Australian War Memorial in Canberra.
This
all started to turn a little sad so we headed off to Amiens for the
night. The cathedral here is the biggest in France. An amazing
structure. There are a number of Australia references in the church which made it even more interesting.
| Exterior |
A quiet beer in the restaurant area between the cathedral and the river, dinner down by the water and we headed home for bed.




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