Technical issues prevented me from updating the bog while en route through France, Belgium and other European stops. I’m currently putting together the words photos and videos of the trip.
Yesterday saw me reach the end of the line for the Western Front at the Swiss/French border. It was still really hot weather. I made a few of my usual navigational coxk-ups. Even though I have a Sat Nav!
Here’s a couple of Photos then and now of the Swiss /French border.
Day 4 and I left Dunkirk early and headed to Nieuwpoort, the starting point of the Western Front. I made a number of stops at various locations including Vladslo German Cemetery, Ypres, Tyne Cot Cemetery, The weather was very hot and in the afternoon it was almost too much when making the stops.
The Island of Ireland Peace Park, Christmas Truce Memorialat Ploegsteert among others. Had a couple of issues with the Lambretta including electrics and a dead battery that won’t charge.
On Tuesday 26th I arrived at Alan Terry’s in Nuneaton. Spent a couple of hours checking the Lambretta over and then back to the Terry household for a dinner by Als lovely wife Jo.
I left just after 7pm and got to my B and B at Oxford around 9pm. I got up early today and headed to Dover for the ferry. I made really good time and I was so early I ended up on the 4pm ferry to Dunkirk. One night early.
Tomorrow is the first proper day of the trip. With a busy schedule.
Set-off for France and Belgium with an Immediate hitch of a fouled plug. Quick plug change and off to the port at Belfast in plenty of time. On the boat with a beer.
If everything goes to plan. Monday 25th June 2018 I will be boarding the Belfast to Liverpool boat to do myWestern Front Run on my Lambretta, where I’ll be riding to Dover. Then riding from Dunkirk in France up to Nieuwpoort in Belgium and on to Pfetterhouse in France by the border with Switzerland.
This was the Western Front of the First Worl War, home for millions, who for many, would end their lives would end here and today they are still there.
This is my way of remembering all those who played their part in The Great War. Of which my Grandfather was one. Alexander Shaw of The Argyll & Southerland Highlanders. He survived the war but not without scars, physically and Mentally.
I’ll also be stopping at the places the War took my Grandfather too.