Wednesday, July 29, 2009

"Say Cheese, please.....EDAM Cheese, that is!"

A delightful interlude on our trip out into the Dutch countryside was a walk through the beautiful little town of Edam.

That's right, Edam, of EDAM CHEESE fame.

This little town is well worth a visit, not only for the cheese, but also for the unique streetscapes, interesting buildings, and 'canals at the bottom of the gardens'.....how much do I want one at the bottom of my garden!







Canal complete with loch gates.





Outdoor restaurant.....at least in the summer time.

Buildings with 'stepped' facade date from 16th Century.









Monday, July 27, 2009

A Slight Deviation

I was recently ordered by my blog friend, Kerri, to get myself and my camera outside into the Canberra winter and photograph whatever was in my garden. So, madam, your wish is my command.......and here 'tis.
However, unlike Kerri, I don't know the botanical names of everything.....or else I'm too lazy to go and find out......lol.
Daisies

Leucadendron

Hop Bush

Banksia

Pink Correa

3 Euphorbias



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Pink Rosemary

White Correa

White Osterspermum

Jonquils

Wormwood

Alyssum

Violets

Perennial Wallflower

Deciduous Dogwood

White Westringia

Banksia

Why can't the Acanthus look this good in summer?

Helibores and white violets

At least Richard has been busy. This whole bed is full of lettuce seedlings and seeds. Anyone for salad....lots of it?

Broad beans......I'm sure they are in there somewhere!

Parsley gone mad!

Friday, July 24, 2009

Tyne Cot - a Day of Remembrance

A visit to Tyne Cot Cemetery is an emotionally draining yet awe-inspiring experience.

Between Broodseinde and Passandale (Passchendaele), Belgium, is Tyne Cot, the largest British and Commonwealth war cemetery in the world. Here are 11,953 headstones of men killed, or who died of wounds, in the defence of Ieper (Ypres) between 1914 and 1918.

They died especially during the months of that epic struggle known as the ‘Flanders Offensive’ of 1917 when the British and French tried to roll back the German positions along these low–lying ridges and break through beyond them towards the Channel coast.



At the back of the cemetery is the long wall of the Tyne Cot Memorial. It carries the names of 34,863 British Commonwealth soldiers who have ‘no known grave’, men who died between 15 August 1917 and the end of the war. They represent the ‘overspill’ from the Menin Gate when it was realised in the 1920s that that memorial, built to commemorate all the British Commonwealth soldiers missing of the Ieper area, did not have enough space on its panels for the task.

The vast majority of those on the wall at Tyne Cot would have died in the battles hereabouts of September to November 1917.


Tyne Cot is a consolidation cemetery: the remains of the thousands who now rest there were brought in from isolated graves and small cemeteries when the war ended. But it was also a battlefield burial ground. The headstones immediately behind the Great Cross, in less organised rows, are the original burial plots.


Beyond the Great Cross the headstones stretch away row on row on row. There are 1,369 Australian graves here, 791 of them unidentified, making Tyne Cot the war cemetery with the most Australian burials in the world. Many Canadians and New Zealanders are also buried here.

The Cemetery is beautifully maintained with funding from the countries whose young men lie here. The lawns are immaculate and more than 140 varieties of plants soften the starkness of the white headstones.

We visited the museum which stands just outside the walls of the cemetery. It is a simple museum with photos and relics from that theatre of war, but for me the most heartwrenching part was seeing the photos of the soldiers who died here appear on a wall for a few seconds, and then gently fade away, as their names were announced quietly and respectfully.

Without going into the pros and cons of any armed conflict, I couldn't help but think of, and mourn for, the countless thousands of young lives lost, on all sides, in the prime of their lives........and for what? I also thought of the 'unknown' soldiers, whose remains lie in the cemetery, beneath a headstone with no name; the names of more than 34,000 soldiers who have no known grave or whose remains have never been found; and even for the families who have never known where their loved ones have lain for nearly 100 years.

The serenity and beauty of the Cemetery itself helped ease the pain and sorrow I was feeling, and dry the tears I was shedding. I hope that in some small measure, and in some way, the spirit of these brave men is at peace in these beautiful surroundings.

A visit to Tyne Cot will change your life.......or at least, it should!

The area of conflict.

Click on photo to enlarge.

It's hard to believe that such carnage was wrought over what are now such peaceful rural scenes.





One of the quotes from the museum that was my emotional undoing.

Entry to the cemetery.


The stone wall surrounding the cemetery makes up the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing, with the names of some 34,000 soldiers who either lie in unnamed graves or whose remains have never been found.



The Menin Gate, near the entrance to the town centre of Ieper (Ypres) was built as a memorial the British Commonwealth soldiers.

Behind the Menin Gate.
Lest We Forget.


At 8.00 o'clock, every night of the year, traffic is halted on either side of the Menin Gate while The Last Post is played within the walls of the Gate. Tourists and locals gather together for this short, but moving, ceremony.


Visitors can lay wreaths in remembrance of their loved ones.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

A Little Colour Needed

We've been to the Roman Theatre ....... twice in the last week.....lol, and at the end of the performance, the artists often receive flowers, although they are usually in the form of bouquets, not still growing in the ground as these are.
But it's the thought that counts, isn't it?.......lol
These are some of my Keukenhof tulip photos - those in the earlier post were taken by Richard. I was surprised that we had so many different photos.

These azaleas must have been spectacular at their peak, which was probably a week or so before we were there.....but they were were still pretty stunning.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

More relics.....

I have just literally this minute found these photos on the computer - hardly surprising when there are many thousands of photos on there - but these should have been included in the previous post about the Roman Theatre.






"Get 'er off......or give 'er a 10." Frankie's finest hour!!!

Friday, July 17, 2009

A Visit To The Theatre.....sort of.

Between Saint Benoit and Le Brenne National Park in France are the remains of a Roman Theatre. I can't remember the exact name of the locality, but I'm sure that Frankie will tell me when she comes back online.
I know there are other Roman Theatre remains throughout France, possibly even more complete than this one, but we still found it quite awe-inspiring to be sitting and walking where theatre-goers sat and walked nearly 2000 years ago.


Frankie in the 'foyer' of the Theatre......"I wonder what we'll see or hear today?"

"Will we sit on the northern side....

....... or would the southern side be better?"

"Perhaps we could try the seats on the left lower down, although they are reserved for the gentry."

Backstage photographer...... or is he the paparazzi?

The sunken stage.

(Click for an enlarged view of these two photos,)

"Yes, this looks like the ideal spot."

Our contribution to the program was an appalling rendition of Australia's National Anthem (Advance Australia Fair), but the program definitely took a turn for the better, via my iPod, which gave a certain Australian Tenor an opportunity to perform a little of 'J'ai perdu mon Eurydice' from Orpheus and Eurydice on this ancient stage.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Bruges.......My Version

Whilst staying in Belgium with Russ and Shannon I inadvertantly left about 800 of my photos on Russ's computer instead of transferring them to my Flash Drive. Yesterday I received them on a CD (thank you, Shannon) and they are now where they belong....on my computer.
Consequently, all of the photos used in my last posting on Bruges were taken by Richard, but I couldn't resist going through mine and picking out a 'few' for a second post. I admit that several of them are similar to the earlier ones, but I plead your indulgence as I have 'missed' them so much........lol.
What is it about roof lines that I have to keep photographing them?

The Lake of Love.

The water flows right through under this house.

The white swans have left the canals to the tourists.

Was it the Town Hall or another Church?

So that's where the chocolate went!

I should have bought more beautiful Belgian lace.

More rooflines.

100 different beers, each with its own unique glass.

The street scenes just beg to be photographed.

Beauty on every post.

A lovely way to see Bruges.

"Peepo!"

In almost every town we visited there was a Church or Cathedral with breathtaking carvings, painting, sculptures, and magnificent stained glass windows.

Many of them had the most ornately carved pulpits.

Stunning!

Bridge dating from around the 14th Century.


Sunday, July 12, 2009

Bruges, Belgium

Bruges is called : 'the Venice of the North'. This splendid medieval city is one of Belgium's crown jewels. In no other European city the feel and the look of medieval times are so present as here in this city close to the North Sea.

Today's Bruges has a population of about 45.000 people (the old center) or 120.000 people (center together with the suburbs). These numbers clearly show that Bruges is not a tiny miniature city. It ranks, even today, among the important cities of Belgium.

It is also the capital of the Belgian province of West-Flanders. A lot of people take day-trips from Brussels to Bruges, but there is too much to see here to fill only one day. The best way to visit Bruges is to spend at least one night in one of the many beautiful and cozy hotels. Later in the evening, when all the tourists have gone, Bruges finds back its charm and quiet of old times.

When one is lucky with the weather, a stroll through the tiny medieval streets can be an enchanting experience. Bruges is always beautiful, in the summertime as well as in the wintertime. Lucky visitors will never forget the city after they have seen it on a snowy December or January day.

Bruges is unique, in the sense that here the town authorities have done the utmost to preserve the medieval-looking image of the city. Of course, not every stone in Bruges has come to us straight from the Middle-Ages. The 19th century neo-gothic style is more present than one should think. Because of these 19th century renovations, some critics have put Bruges down as a 'fake' medieval city. Nevertheless, the combination of old, not so old and new fascinates everyone who first sets foot in Bruges. http://www.trabel.com/brugge.htm


It was an overcast day when we visited this beautiful town, but that didn't detract from our enjoyment of the canals, buildings, waffles and strawberries, chocolate, lace, and countless photo opportunities. Here are a few.

Lovely cobbled streets

Horse drawn carriages waiting to take tourists through the streets and down the alleyways, and drivers with an endless source of historical details and rich anecdotes.

Many old bridges span the canals.

'The Lake of Love' - deemed the most beautiful lake in Belgium (maybe Europe?) - with special significance for the family.

Taking a breather - both horse and tourist.

Surely everyone in Belgium most own a bicycle.

"Anyone for chocolate.....

....... or some beautiful Belgian lace?"





Monday, July 06, 2009

The Tulips of Keukenhof

Last November, when we made the literally spur-of-the-moment decision to take a trip to Europe, the one attraction that we knew we wanted to see was the Tulip Gardens in Keukenhof in the Netherlands. The rest of our itinerary would fall into place around this visit.
We visited these beautiful gardens with Russell, Shannon and baby Evelynne, and found that we were as impressed by the magnificent trees and the gardens overall as much as by the tulips themselves. Here are just a few of the hundreds of photos taken that day.

These are fields of commercially grown tulips and would normally be a spectacle of colour. We were a little late in the season though and all the flowers had been harvested.

Some 'flowers' are more beautiful than others, I'm sure you'll agree.