Beautiful day for the decent into the Somme valley. We left Peronne after visiting the Monument aux Morts. Shaped like a cannon, a woman’s outstretched arm and clenched fist for a barrel, as she leans over the dead body of a son or husband.. A modern Pieta, her face defiant, angry and bereft rather than the mournful sadness of the Virgin Mary.
And we also enjoyed fresh peas and warm sunshine.
Walking the Via Francigena 
Flanders fields!
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Ciao Edward e Paula, bellissimi i vostri racconti… ma: potresti usare termini inglesi più comuni, ora ogni 10 parole ne devo cercare 9 sul vocabolario!
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Dopo un mese di questo parlerai inglese perfettamente!. Contento che stai seguendo…abbracci
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Just back from a short trip to Bahrain via London. I would rather have been walking with you both across the Battlefields of the 1st World War. On my bucket list. Edward so eloquently pointed out the futile waste of young lives to assuage the egotistical power struggle between Britain and Germany. I love the poetry of Sassoon, Owen, Brooke, Gurney, Seeger ( I have a rendezvous with death),Graves and others. The poetry is extraordinary but the experiences that created it were inhuman. Not much has changed in humanity as we look to the 1st World War type cranage that Russia is carrying out in Ukraine. Think only this of me (the patriotic verses of Rupert Brooke) was i think written before the full horrors of the war were apparent. The latter poetry was more sombre and less jingoistic. All worth reading as you walk through this part of France.
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history repeats itself.
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