Ypres

On Saturday morning we set off on our epic journey to the battlefield of Ypres. First, it was to Dover, where we picked up Mr Drury's brother Matt who came with us for a night to Belgium. Then onto the ferry, hot Danish girls and then off the ferry. Before we knew it we were in Belgium. What a place! The Novatel was a big step up on the Arundel horrors......for tea, they even gave us half a chicken each. Even Elliott and Ricky were full.

Upon getting to Ypres we wandred down to the Menin Gate, a memorial to all the dead soldiers who lie somewhere on the Battlefields of Ypres, but without a designated grave. Every night since 1928 (but not durinh 1940-1945) they hold a last post ceremony to honour the brave lads who perished on the battlefields there. It was a really moving ceremony with over 1000 people in attendance...yes over 1000 and they hold this ceremony every night, 365 days a year.

After our big chicken dinner the boys were lets say, "tuckered out" and retired to their rooms quite happily, ready for a big day the next day.