It is ten in the morning, we’re not half an hour into our tour of the Somme battlefields and I am already in tears.This morning started with an unexpected twist. Our tour guide showed up at the hotel and told us there had been a change of plans.The original tour guide had been called backContinue reading “A first visit to the Somme, and a family that did its part”
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As the Crowe flies 