Not that we’re creatures of habit but, for the third year running since my retirement, Judith and I have spent almost the whole of May travelling around the UK – well, mostly Scotland, to be more precise. We’d been invited to a wedding in Dumfries (more of that to come), so it made sense (to us anyway) to continue our journey to Oban and then take the ferry across to the Outer Hebrides, before returning to the mainland, via Skye. We visited more islands than I can remember and I’ll be posting some pictures of our trip in the coming days.
As in previous years, we decided to drive and, as it’s a long way from Evolène to Zeebrugge to catch the overnight ferry to Hull, we stopped over in Belgium for the night. This gave us the opportunity to visit the New British Cemetery and the Tyne Cot Cemetery near Ypres, where hundreds, if not thousands, of First World War soldiers are buried. It was certainly a moving experience to stand amongst those massed ranks of headstones – many of which were simply marked as “A Soldier of the Great War”. King George V summed it up perfectly with his words in the last photo.
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