Sorry for the delay in replying,have been very busy this week,and am just making a quick visit to reply,
What an interesting and moving post,thankyou,its exactly how I felt,and feel having been to Passchendaele and Ypres,it stays with you for the rest of your life.
It sounds like you had a fascinating and emotional trip,I went with a guide on a bus,but how wonderful to cycle around those places,you mention all the places I would love to go to one day.
I know exactly how you felt when you went to Mametz wood,I felt the same at a few places,especially one called the Pool of Peace,it was in beautiful woodland with lush green grass,and there was a serene perfectly round pool,and all you could hear were the birds singing,and it was the German front line trenches,and the trees would have been stumps,and the grass mud,and the British tunnelled underneath the trenches and laid explosives so large it rattled the glass in London,over time the trees and grass grew back and the crater filled with water,and there are still 700 poor souls in the crater,according to the guide,and you sit there,and it is beautiful now,and how can it not move you and bring you to tears,I don't think the feelings will ever leave me,to see the same skies and breathe the same air,that sounds stupid but I bet you know what I mean.
I too walked along a trench,it was called the Trench of Death,and every so often as you walked along,there would be photos of soldiers taken exactly at that point,so you saw the same view of the trench,but with the soldiers stood there,I would love to see some of the photo's that you took,I'm not very good with that sort of thing either,I only know how to put thumbnail photos up,and I don't know how to add captions,I have a few if you would like to see them.
What a momento to find a piece of barbed wire from the battlefield,the farmers still use the same posts,called silent pickets,that held the barbed wire,now used as fence posts,I bet just looking at it just brings back all those feelings,I never saw any shells,even though we walked along the British front line at Passchendaele,even now the farmers find them in their hundreds and leave them beside the road to be picked up by the authorities,they call it the iron harvest,they have armour plating under their tractors as they are still known to go off,100 years later,I'm glad you didn't drop your bike on it !
I have a shell from the Somme,but not one like you saw,mine is polished and a poppy hammered into it as trench art,bought from a shop for me in Amiens,near the Somme,I researched all the case markings and was able to find out lots of information,have a photo of that too,my granddad,my mums dad,was at the Somme,and I have some postcards that were sent by him from the trenches,he served 2yrs and 9mths in the trenches,and was then sent home as " unfit for active service due to broken health" I don't know what that means,I think it might be shell shock as after the war he was a postman so can't have been very physically disabled,I don't know,fortunately for me he survived nearly three years in the trenches,because in 1925 they had my mum.
I,like you visited the Tyne Cot cemetery,but I didn't know about Valentine Strudwick,it was heartbreaking to read row after row aged 16,17,18,19 etc,this is what Wilfred Owen wrote of when he penned "Anthem for Doomed Youth" he himself died exactly one week before the end of the war aged just 25,his mum got the telegram informing her of his death as the bells were ringing in the village to mark the end of the war,I would like to go to Ors at the Somme,where he died and is buried.
Thank you so much for your post Norm,it has given me lots to think about,and when I go,I will stop at Albert,please look out for a new CD,its called:
Forever,The official album of the World War commemoration.
It is poems,and letters from the Great War,read by famous people,it is wonderful.
Pete x