Early one morning when we were in Northern France in the Somme region, we decided to visit the war memorial at Arras. At 7.30 am we were the only people there and, although it is situated right on a main road, once inside the memorial the atmosphere immediately became quiet and respectful.
The names of all the fallen soldiers were carved into the white stone walls and it was truly a humbling experience to see how many young men had lost their lives and how many families the death had impacted; it made us both think of our family at home.
We had been told that N’s great Grandfather had died at Arras and although it seemed improbable we set about trying to find his name. After working out which regiment he would have fought with it was completely amazing to see his name, carved at eye level, right in front of us. A really moving and thought provoking way to start this next part of our adventure.
Daisy Hunnybun 