<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:22:25.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the Glens 2008</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-5207356603211602767</id><published>2008-09-29T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:26:09.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 - Sunday, September 28, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE42VW9vnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hfkMzsZCkT4/s1600-h/Day15_01_Museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE42VW9vnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hfkMzsZCkT4/s400/Day15_01_Museum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251541146588266098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John at the Overloon War Museum in the Netherlands. There was an extensive display of army vehicles and we were trying to find one that resembled something Gramps might have used during the war. The sound effects in the large room where the vehicles were kept really added to the display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE42p_NrqI/AAAAAAAAAME/qGpwvbaZQ7M/s1600-h/Day15_02_StNicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE42p_NrqI/AAAAAAAAAME/qGpwvbaZQ7M/s400/Day15_02_StNicholas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251541152125791906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Nijmegen we found the Chapel in the photo Gramps had brought back with him in September of 1945. We'll never know the significance of the photo, but it was quite something to think he may have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE426NUwTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FUtWX5BceTM/s1600-h/Day15_03_StNicholas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE426NUwTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FUtWX5BceTM/s400/Day15_03_StNicholas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251541156479942962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John and Cathy in front of St. Nicholas Chapel, Nijmegen, the Netherlands. The Glens were in this area in November/December of 1944.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE43WpIo5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/UL5TaayDCPU/s1600-h/Day15_04_A_Bridge_Too_Far.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE43WpIo5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/UL5TaayDCPU/s400/Day15_04_A_Bridge_Too_Far.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251541164112782226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A Bridge Too Far"&lt;br /&gt;The Nijmegen Bridge over the River Waal - defended by the Glens in Nov./Dec. 1944.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE43QrnyGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RJjl_ACjKm4/s1600-h/Day15_05_Bike_Parking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE43QrnyGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RJjl_ACjKm4/s400/Day15_05_Bike_Parking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251541162512599138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bicycle parking lot at the train station in Nijmegen. It was 2 levels and there was another bike parking lot across the street. There is an extensive bike path system everywhere you go in the Netherlands and people ride - rain or shine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-5207356603211602767?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5207356603211602767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=5207356603211602767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/5207356603211602767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/5207356603211602767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-15-sunday-september-28-2008.html' title='Day 15 - Sunday, September 28, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE42VW9vnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hfkMzsZCkT4/s72-c/Day15_01_Museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-6105191836490611654</id><published>2008-09-29T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:18:44.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 - Saturday, September 27, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2ZpttcsI/AAAAAAAAALU/MupGUcM4JtQ/s1600-h/Day14_01_Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2ZpttcsI/AAAAAAAAALU/MupGUcM4JtQ/s400/Day14_01_Zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251538454812914370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reverend Captain Andrea Harrison, Padre of the SD&amp;amp;G Highlander's Regiment, standing in the light of the beautifully kept Bergin-Op-Zoom Canadian War Cemetery in the Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2Z3HYF0I/AAAAAAAAALc/cwZPRhfgiZM/s1600-h/Day14_02_Wigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2Z3HYF0I/AAAAAAAAALc/cwZPRhfgiZM/s400/Day14_02_Wigger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251538458410227522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L - R,  -Lenie &amp;amp; Wigger van der Horst (friends of the Glens), Harry Towes (WW2 Glens Veteran), and Cathy. We were treated to a very warm welcome and tasty lunch upon our arrival into Zutphen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2Z2kWfvI/AAAAAAAAALk/W0nIK-9NCtg/s1600-h/Day14_03_Zutphen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2Z2kWfvI/AAAAAAAAALk/W0nIK-9NCtg/s400/Day14_03_Zutphen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251538458263322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our three veterans outside the Community Centre in Zutphen. L-R, Jack Stevens (WW2 Glens Veteran), Harry Towes (WW2 Glens Veteran), and Ervin Clement (WW2 D-Day Veteran, Sherbrooke Fusiliers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2Z3TXXVI/AAAAAAAAALs/XcLuo4ASECg/s1600-h/Day14_04_Local_Memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2Z3TXXVI/AAAAAAAAALs/XcLuo4ASECg/s400/Day14_04_Local_Memorial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251538458460511570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Memorial in Leeston area of Zutphen where streets have been named after the 11 Glens killed in this area in April of 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2aLiF5AI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LNKpu2_NFe0/s1600-h/Day14_05_Local_Parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2aLiF5AI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LNKpu2_NFe0/s400/Day14_05_Local_Parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251538463890990082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were piped to the subdivision that bears the names of the 11 fallen Glens, passing the white cross that marks the exact place where Glen, Aime Periard was killed in April of 1945. The residents of the subdivision greeted us warmly and it was a very moving moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE1q0QGSFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8sZLWOfof-U/s1600-h/Day14_06_Local_Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE1q0QGSFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8sZLWOfof-U/s400/Day14_06_Local_Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251537650187651154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This young resident of Leeston offered a tray of delicious candy - each chocolate was decorated with the crest of the SD&amp;amp;G Highlanders!!!! Absolutely amazing, and so very thoughtful. We appreciated this gesture very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE1rEFGQGI/AAAAAAAAALE/Mfp76bXM970/s1600-h/Day14_07_Local_Party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE1rEFGQGI/AAAAAAAAALE/Mfp76bXM970/s400/Day14_07_Local_Party2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251537654436479074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for chatting and getting to know each other. We were welcomed so warmly. I found it to be an experience like no other, and I shall never forget this wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE1rJPcxfI/AAAAAAAAALM/VZb6ewwI508/s1600-h/Day14_08_Local_Sendoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE1rJPcxfI/AAAAAAAAALM/VZb6ewwI508/s400/Day14_08_Local_Sendoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251537655822075378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we boarded our coach to leave, the &lt;a href="http://www.48th-highlanders.nl/"&gt;48th Highlanders of Holland&lt;/a&gt; played their bagpipes for us. Everyone on the bus began to clap in unison. We then had to bid farewell to our wonderful, gracious friends in Leeston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-6105191836490611654?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6105191836490611654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=6105191836490611654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/6105191836490611654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/6105191836490611654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-14-saturday-september-27-2008.html' title='Day 14 - Saturday, September 27, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOE2ZpttcsI/AAAAAAAAALU/MupGUcM4JtQ/s72-c/Day14_01_Zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-4236404041509128917</id><published>2008-09-28T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:48:56.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 - Friday, September 26, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWsfLZbLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wW25um_pavE/s1600-h/Day13_01_Knokke_Plaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWsfLZbLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wW25um_pavE/s400/Day13_01_Knokke_Plaque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251222119053356210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Glen' s Monument in Knokke Heist, Belgium. During the ceremony a man appeared on his balcony and quietly displayed his Canadian flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWsUWS3lI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lS0BwSnDKK8/s1600-h/Day13_02_Knokke_Piper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWsUWS3lI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lS0BwSnDKK8/s400/Day13_02_Knokke_Piper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251222116146273874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our piper Nelson then walked over and played the bagpipes in appreciation of the gentleman's kind gesture. A very special moment indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWsukbA_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8Qvvfug7N34/s1600-h/Day13_03_Scheldt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWsukbA_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8Qvvfug7N34/s400/Day13_03_Scheldt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251222123184849906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John standing on the south side of the Scheldt estuary. The sky was so clear you could see to the other side. The Glen's fought here on October of 1944.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWstdu1hI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aeLNmIf9UsQ/s1600-h/Day13_04_Windmill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWstdu1hI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aeLNmIf9UsQ/s400/Day13_04_Windmill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251222122888353298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the windmills we passed enroute to Hoofdplaat, the Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWbxi7GzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PG3EKxMgRHA/s1600-h/Day13_05_Dyke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWbxi7GzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PG3EKxMgRHA/s400/Day13_05_Dyke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251221831926094642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cathy standing on the dyke. The Scheldt is on one side and the low land of the Netherlands is on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWcMAoVtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fDpAU5o3wVQ/s1600-h/Day13_06_Brugge_Waffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWcMAoVtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fDpAU5o3wVQ/s400/Day13_06_Brugge_Waffles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251221839030015698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belgium waffles with fresh fruit .... lunch for Cathy in Brugge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWcBweNZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DgjKAzZzY90/s1600-h/Day13_07_Brugge_Harp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWcBweNZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DgjKAzZzY90/s400/Day13_07_Brugge_Harp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251221836277888402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A local musician in Brugge, Belgium. We enjoyed some great sunshine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWcWYLsZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/T2-WHKlF1FI/s1600-h/Day13_08_Brugge_Canal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWcWYLsZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/T2-WHKlF1FI/s400/Day13_08_Brugge_Canal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251221841813156242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John in front of the most photographed site in Brugge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWci2fgeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_JFVFkXn8no/s1600-h/Day13_09_Knokke_Cityhall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWci2fgeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_JFVFkXn8no/s400/Day13_09_Knokke_Cityhall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251221845161509346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A reception for the Glen's at the City Hall in Knokke Heist. A very warm welcome for us, and the end of a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-4236404041509128917?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4236404041509128917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=4236404041509128917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/4236404041509128917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/4236404041509128917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-13-friday-september-26-2008.html' title='Day 13 - Friday, September 26, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAWsfLZbLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wW25um_pavE/s72-c/Day13_01_Knokke_Plaque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-6912408104539584163</id><published>2008-09-28T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:40:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 - Thursday, September 25, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAVGftsnII/AAAAAAAAAJY/Nr6ezXtqUOM/s1600-h/Day12_01_Ypres_Menin_Gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAVGftsnII/AAAAAAAAAJY/Nr6ezXtqUOM/s400/Day12_01_Ypres_Menin_Gate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251220366850563202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Menin Gate WW1 Memorial in Ypres; the names of soldiers whose bodies were never located, are listed on the walls of this Memorial - too many to count ...... very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAVGvEYhiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QyNvp4kDilQ/s1600-h/Day12_02_Ypres_Cloth_House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAVGvEYhiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QyNvp4kDilQ/s400/Day12_02_Ypres_Cloth_House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251220370972247586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 'Cloth Building', Ypres, Belgium .... very ornate and very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAVGoaJBKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xdKesiBsMWY/s1600-h/Day12_03_Ypres_Chocolate_Guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAVGoaJBKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xdKesiBsMWY/s400/Day12_03_Ypres_Chocolate_Guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251220369184457890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The salesman at one of Belgium's chocolate stores - Death by Chocolate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUmhZG2wI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qx89YLD-q5w/s1600-h/Day12_04_Ypres_Chocolate_Store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUmhZG2wI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qx89YLD-q5w/s400/Day12_04_Ypres_Chocolate_Store.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219817545259778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the chocolate consumer's in Ypres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUm_yDh9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/D5uZaqufObs/s1600-h/Day12_05_Tyne_Cot_Cemetary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUm_yDh9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/D5uZaqufObs/s400/Day12_05_Tyne_Cot_Cemetary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219825702963154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyne Cot Cemetery is the largest Commonwealth cemetery in the world. It is located near Passchendaele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUnFbz9sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mvlwTkiaduo/s1600-h/Day12_06_Adagem_Cemetary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUnFbz9sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mvlwTkiaduo/s400/Day12_06_Adagem_Cemetary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219827220281026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During all of the Remembrance Ceremonies at the various cemeteries we visited across Europe, a wreath such as this one was left to honour the fallen Glens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUnBzEzsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_IzQJ4763eI/s1600-h/Day12_07_Knokke_Hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUnBzEzsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_IzQJ4763eI/s400/Day12_07_Knokke_Hotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219826244112066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John, 'hanging out' of our hotel room balcony in Knokke Heist, Belgium.The Glens were here in Belgium at the end of October, early Novemhber 1944.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUnIYRIQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7q66EcIBMQs/s1600-h/Day12_08_Knokke_Hotel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAUnIYRIQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7q66EcIBMQs/s400/Day12_08_Knokke_Hotel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219828010721538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hotel Prins Boudewijn in Knokke Heist, Belgium - where we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-6912408104539584163?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6912408104539584163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=6912408104539584163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/6912408104539584163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/6912408104539584163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-12-thursday-september-25-2008.html' title='Day 12 - Thursday, September 25, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SOAVGftsnII/AAAAAAAAAJY/Nr6ezXtqUOM/s72-c/Day12_01_Ypres_Menin_Gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-5081294382432479055</id><published>2008-09-24T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:25:18.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 - Wednesday, September 24, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNquRTv4UuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zG0HxwcILPo/s1600-h/Day11_01_Vimy_Ridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNquRTv4UuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zG0HxwcILPo/s400/Day11_01_Vimy_Ridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249699928035840738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful Memorial at Vimy Ridge. It was quite misty when we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqt8FungII/AAAAAAAAAIY/l4YoBHK1LUM/s1600-h/Day11_02_Piper_at_Vimy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqt8FungII/AAAAAAAAAIY/l4YoBHK1LUM/s400/Day11_02_Piper_at_Vimy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249699563495194754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nelson stands at the Memorial and pipes Amazing Grace. A crowd formed below as the sound of the bagpipes fills the air at this most spectacular site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqt8Hrb7nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/w2bBJmwxNvI/s1600-h/Day11_03_Sheep_at_Vimy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqt8Hrb7nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/w2bBJmwxNvI/s400/Day11_03_Sheep_at_Vimy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249699564018724466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ninety years on and the old battlefield is still dangerous. The sheep provide the lawn cutting service in this hazardous area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqtWEOuV2I/AAAAAAAAAII/5G4w0m_gnZU/s1600-h/Day11_04_Trenches_at_Vimy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqtWEOuV2I/AAAAAAAAAII/5G4w0m_gnZU/s400/Day11_04_Trenches_at_Vimy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249698910257960802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John in the trenches at Vimy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqtWX-hXTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KYLNef6VxxU/s1600-h/Day11_05_Tunnels_at_Vimy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqtWX-hXTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KYLNef6VxxU/s400/Day11_05_Tunnels_at_Vimy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249698915558710578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked through the 'subway' at Vimy ..... not a place that you would want to spend a lot of time if you were a soldier in WW1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqsYtz_kXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hkMHRD4-PRQ/s1600-h/Day11_06_Zouave_Valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqsYtz_kXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hkMHRD4-PRQ/s400/Day11_06_Zouave_Valley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249697856268243314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zouave Valley WW1 Cemetery near Souchez, France. A tiny, out-of-the-way, cemetery that was quite difficult to find. We had to walk quite a way to reach it as the bus could not access the tiny country lane that led to this beautifully kept WW1 cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqsYR42r3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/APh6rQqaHyE/s1600-h/Day11_07_French_Horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNqsYR42r3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/APh6rQqaHyE/s400/Day11_07_French_Horses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249697848772439922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Horses in the fields near the cemetery .... almost looks like a painting. The countryside in France is absolutely magnificent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-5081294382432479055?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5081294382432479055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=5081294382432479055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/5081294382432479055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/5081294382432479055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-11-wednesday-september-24-2008.html' title='Day 11 - Wednesday, September 24, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNquRTv4UuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zG0HxwcILPo/s72-c/Day11_01_Vimy_Ridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-5156948418070323264</id><published>2008-09-23T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:35:32.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 - Tuesday, September 23, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfQg1Sb6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/r-NvuujdJ3E/s1600-h/Day10_01_Calais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfQg1Sb6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/r-NvuujdJ3E/s400/Day10_01_Calais.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249331577973010338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;City Hall, Calais. A beautiful old building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfQ0f7ydI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OHDMk0p0zHE/s1600-h/Day10_02_Calais_Cemetary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfQ0f7ydI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OHDMk0p0zHE/s400/Day10_02_Calais_Cemetary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249331583252154834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rifleman Harvey W. White&lt;br /&gt;Queen's Own Rifles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfRA49RYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FKPZ9yDS6Tk/s1600-h/Day10_03_Calais_Cemetary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfRA49RYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FKPZ9yDS6Tk/s400/Day10_03_Calais_Cemetary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249331586578335106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harvey's headstone at the Calais Canadian War Cemetery. It started to rain while we were there so mom's poppy ended up being placed on the roses John and I bought for Harvey. You can see the button photograph as well. Harvey's name was read aloud after the Glen's names were read out, and the piper played the lament. John video-taped the ceremony while I held the umbrella over the camcorder. Many of our fellow travellers came over to Harvey's headstone, including Jim Brownell (MPP of Stormont-Dundas-South Glengarry), and I told them the story of mom's 5 brothers in the service and nana being the Silver Cross mother one year. In a way, it was like a proper funeral, including prayers by the regimental padre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfRSrHDZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YLLtw0IhL4Q/s1600-h/Day10_04_Boulogne_Fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfRSrHDZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YLLtw0IhL4Q/s400/Day10_04_Boulogne_Fred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249331591352094098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cathy in front of Fred Patisseries, Boulogne-sur-Mer, where we enjoyed lunch ...... mmmmmmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfRrzwacI/AAAAAAAAAG4/45HXbBnX1Cc/s1600-h/Day10_05_Boulogne_Fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfRrzwacI/AAAAAAAAAG4/45HXbBnX1Cc/s400/Day10_05_Boulogne_Fred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249331598099245506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John, trying to make an all important choice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNle7UojSWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dyCicOd3sWc/s1600-h/Day10_06_Citadel_Piper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNle7UojSWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dyCicOd3sWc/s400/Day10_06_Citadel_Piper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249331213921110370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nelson Clarke, our piper, at the 13th century citadel Château de Boulogne-sur-Mer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNle77878eI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a6GPpovYQeg/s1600-h/Day10_07_Citadel_Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNle77878eI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a6GPpovYQeg/s400/Day10_07_Citadel_Bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249331224475595234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridge to Château de Boulogne-sur-Mer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNle8BpxTzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OrVEYX_fgHw/s1600-h/Day10_08_Citadel_Piper_Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNle8BpxTzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OrVEYX_fgHw/s400/Day10_08_Citadel_Piper_Bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249331226005819186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The piper playing the bagpipes in the rain at the citadel. It was here that a local resident led the SD&amp;amp;G in through a 'secret' door, allowing them to gain control over the German headquarters in 1944.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-5156948418070323264?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5156948418070323264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=5156948418070323264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/5156948418070323264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/5156948418070323264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-10-tuesday-september-23-2008.html' title='Day 10 - Tuesday, September 23, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNlfQg1Sb6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/r-NvuujdJ3E/s72-c/Day10_01_Calais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-6663618856074700430</id><published>2008-09-22T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:21:24.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - Monday, September 22, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZR57lJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/wmoB8U1D8tY/s1600-h/Day09_01_Caen_City_Hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZR57lJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/wmoB8U1D8tY/s400/Day09_01_Caen_City_Hall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248973161099503426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caen city Hall - pretty nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZR7ZZSoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QE86iexFQw8/s1600-h/Day09_02_Caen_Racetrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZR7ZZSoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QE86iexFQw8/s400/Day09_02_Caen_Racetrack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248973161492990594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The racetrack at Caen, where in July 1944, the SD&amp;amp;G were located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZSFJ8rkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rfUcAwfts8k/s1600-h/Day09_03_Pegasus_Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZSFJ8rkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rfUcAwfts8k/s400/Day09_03_Pegasus_Bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248973164112555586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pegasus Bridge, Benouville. Gramps and the SD&amp;amp;G crossed the River Orne here after taking Caen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZSVBMrUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/t0y8Daas54M/s1600-h/Day09_04_Dieppe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZSVBMrUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/t0y8Daas54M/s400/Day09_04_Dieppe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248973168370822466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cathy at Dieppe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZSVGe1aI/AAAAAAAAAF0/87SS5N-IMtI/s1600-h/Day09_04_Dieppe_Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZSVGe1aI/AAAAAAAAAF0/87SS5N-IMtI/s400/Day09_04_Dieppe_Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248973168392983970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beach at Dieppe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-6663618856074700430?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6663618856074700430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=6663618856074700430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/6663618856074700430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/6663618856074700430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-9-monday-september-22-2008.html' title='Day 9 - Monday, September 22, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgZR57lJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/wmoB8U1D8tY/s72-c/Day09_01_Caen_City_Hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-1270731531465824873</id><published>2008-09-22T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:13:41.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - Sunday, September 21, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgU0bOGJ_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/HE0aqlRGtiE/s1600-h/Day08_01_Hells_Corner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgU0bOGJ_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/HE0aqlRGtiE/s400/Day08_01_Hells_Corner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248968256592947186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hell's Corner - you can see Dr. Jean Pierre Benamou's scout car on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgU0uIO_7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/a_ixDjSGh8U/s1600-h/Day08_02_Villons_les_Buissons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgU0uIO_7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/a_ixDjSGh8U/s400/Day08_02_Villons_les_Buissons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248968261668634546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking towards the Chateau at Les Buisson. You can see the Glen's crest and plaque on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgU1NtzjdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QgfrhOPyk9g/s1600-h/Day08_03_Villons_les_Buissons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgU1NtzjdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QgfrhOPyk9g/s400/Day08_03_Villons_les_Buissons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248968270147718610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John in front of the Chateau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUZgaPwDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/45DppZ2fMLA/s1600-h/Day08_04_Villons_les_Buissons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUZgaPwDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/45DppZ2fMLA/s400/Day08_04_Villons_les_Buissons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967794129616946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo is special because Headquarter's Coy of the SD&amp;amp;G (including Gramps), was dug in behind the trees in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUZ8LZL-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q72DeVcapy0/s1600-h/Day08_05_Villons_les_Buissons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUZ8LZL-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q72DeVcapy0/s400/Day08_05_Villons_les_Buissons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967801583513570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking along Rue de Glengarrians in Les Buisson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUaP2O7FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H_YOFXMpa_A/s1600-h/Day08_06_Caen_Plaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUaP2O7FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H_YOFXMpa_A/s400/Day08_06_Caen_Plaque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967806863469650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of the Glen's Memorial plaque in Caen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUad9U0lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GWJsMnVBmig/s1600-h/Day08_07_Abbaye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUad9U0lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GWJsMnVBmig/s400/Day08_07_Abbaye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967810651312722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stairs at the Abbaye D'Ardenne that lead to the garden where the soldiers were murdered in 1944.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUaiB4adI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tqesmQStrS8/s1600-h/Day08_08_Abbaye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgUaiB4adI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tqesmQStrS8/s400/Day08_08_Abbaye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967811744164306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg Pollard in the garden at the Abbaye. The photo 4th from the left is Greg's uncle, George Pollard, a Lance Corporal with the SD&amp;amp;G, murdered at the Abbaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTww-RgxI/AAAAAAAAADs/MdC-szSsQG8/s1600-h/Day08_09_Abbaye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTww-RgxI/AAAAAAAAADs/MdC-szSsQG8/s400/Day08_09_Abbaye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967094201058066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Abbaye garden - poppies on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTxkyOMgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bkv2SGefh9E/s1600-h/Day08_10_Half_Track.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTxkyOMgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bkv2SGefh9E/s400/Day08_10_Half_Track.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967108109152770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John riding in a half track at Dr. Jean Pierre Benamou's D-Day Acadamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTx6DWFBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rXha5DOlK2k/s1600-h/Day08_11_Caen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTx6DWFBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rXha5DOlK2k/s400/Day08_11_Caen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967113818117138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John looking out at the city of Caen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTyDFO9lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eY2jhSvM6do/s1600-h/Day08_12_William.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTyDFO9lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eY2jhSvM6do/s400/Day08_12_William.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967116241958482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The walls of William the Conquer's fortress - Caen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTyNWOZFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TJcGJ0q2Qw4/s1600-h/Day08_13_Caen_Chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgTyNWOZFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TJcGJ0q2Qw4/s400/Day08_13_Caen_Chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967118997578834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner in Caen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-1270731531465824873?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1270731531465824873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=1270731531465824873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/1270731531465824873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/1270731531465824873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-8-sunday-september-21-2008.html' title='Day 8 - Sunday, September 21, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgU0bOGJ_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/HE0aqlRGtiE/s72-c/Day08_01_Hells_Corner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-1175262375158075705</id><published>2008-09-22T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:47:57.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - Saturday, September 20, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgRQHmWuPI/AAAAAAAAADU/WWZy7MVZyMw/s1600-h/Day07_01_Beny_su_Mer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgRQHmWuPI/AAAAAAAAADU/WWZy7MVZyMw/s400/Day07_01_Beny_su_Mer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248964334315813106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John &amp;amp; Cathy reading the names of the Glens buried in Benny-sur-Mer Canadian War Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgRQIvnIwI/AAAAAAAAADc/3qmH0EP7-O8/s1600-h/Day07_02_Juno_Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgRQIvnIwI/AAAAAAAAADc/3qmH0EP7-O8/s400/Day07_02_Juno_Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248964334623073026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Juno Beach, nan sector, where the SD&amp;amp;G Highlanders landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgRQY98K8I/AAAAAAAAADk/5WCvnnKy5_Q/s1600-h/Day07_03_Bayeux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgRQY98K8I/AAAAAAAAADk/5WCvnnKy5_Q/s400/Day07_03_Bayeux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248964338978139074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Lt) Dean Doll at the Bayeux Cemetery where his father is buried. Dean never met his dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-1175262375158075705?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1175262375158075705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=1175262375158075705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/1175262375158075705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/1175262375158075705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-7-saturday-september-20-2008.html' title='Day 7 - Saturday, September 20, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNgRQHmWuPI/AAAAAAAAADU/WWZy7MVZyMw/s72-c/Day07_01_Beny_su_Mer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-5322001981493070055</id><published>2008-09-19T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:40:10.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 September 18, 2008</title><content type='html'>As we left Portsmouth harbour and set sail across the English Channel heading for the Normandy shores of France, I (Cathy), thought about Charlie ('Gramps'), and wondered what it was like for him on that June 6 1944 day. The sun was not shining as it was for us, and the ride would not have been as smooth. Gramps was headed for the unknown... From my comfortable reclining chair in the lounge of the 'Normandie', I could see Ervin Clement sleeping. He is one of our D-Day veterans travelling with us, accompanied by his son Paul. He served with the Sherbrooke Fusiliers as a gunner, often in support of the  SD&amp;amp;G Highlanders. This was Ervin's first visit to Juno Beach since June 6 1944. He said to me last night, "I'm not sure how I'm going to feel when I see the beach".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP8v5YgFPI/AAAAAAAAADE/lB9S9NJ-EYg/s1600-h/Day05_01_English_Channel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815890604397810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP8v5YgFPI/AAAAAAAAADE/lB9S9NJ-EYg/s400/Day05_01_English_Channel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where we docked at Ouistreham, only Sword Beach was visible. Leon Chamois, the curator of he SD&amp;amp;G Highlanders museum at the Cornwall Armoury  provided tissues, and that's all I will say. We passed the fort built by William the Conquerer on the way to the Ibis Hotel in downtown Caen. All I can say is Caen looks much nicer to us than it did for Gramps - beautiful stone buildings and winding streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP8wc8Dm4I/AAAAAAAAADM/ChybZ7-u-4U/s1600-h/Day05_02_Beaches_of_Normandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815900148767618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP8wc8Dm4I/AAAAAAAAADM/ChybZ7-u-4U/s400/Day05_02_Beaches_of_Normandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-5322001981493070055?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5322001981493070055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=5322001981493070055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/5322001981493070055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/5322001981493070055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-5-september-18-2008.html' title='Day 5 September 18, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP8v5YgFPI/AAAAAAAAADE/lB9S9NJ-EYg/s72-c/Day05_01_English_Channel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-6852961744875112499</id><published>2008-09-19T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:30:03.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 September 19, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP5MmfNfCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1LgV1bxImsU/s1600-h/Day05_01_English_Channel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning we departed Caen for the Bretteville sur Laize Cemetery, taking much the same route as the SD&amp;amp;G did. As per usual, the cemetery was beautifully manicured and extremely well maintained. There was a short ceremony where the piper played, the names of the Glens resting here was read, and the mayor of Cintheaux spoke and presented our 3 veterans with a special pin. We were allowed time to walk amongst the grave markers and read the names and inscriptions of the fallen Canadian soldiers - the youngest being only 15 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP5NpL-t8I/AAAAAAAAACE/f18JW_rIJ70/s1600-h/Day06_01_Bretteville_sur_Laize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812003606476738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP5NpL-t8I/AAAAAAAAACE/f18JW_rIJ70/s400/Day06_01_Bretteville_sur_Laize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP5N20xyZI/AAAAAAAAACM/To9tsNFmtyU/s1600-h/Day06_02_Bretteville_sur_Laize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812007267256722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP5N20xyZI/AAAAAAAAACM/To9tsNFmtyU/s400/Day06_02_Bretteville_sur_Laize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was on to the the town of Urville to lay a wreath at the Glen's Memorial there. Many school children waving Canadian flags greeted us, along with the mayor of that town and several local residents. We were warmly greeted. I showed the button of Gramps to one woman, and even though she did not speak a word of English, wanted to have a photo taken of herself with John and I beside the Glen's Memorial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812434254656834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP5mtegdUI/AAAAAAAAACU/dS5hRQwVg9o/s400/Day06_03_Urville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812434948372594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP5mwD5uHI/AAAAAAAAACc/HWcpcQQv_CA/s400/Day06_04_Ervin_at_Urville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, a reception was held in their town hall where we enjoyed local baking, tasty sandwiches and wine. The residents were very hospitable and friendly and it was a heart-warming experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812441931775346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP5nKE3_XI/AAAAAAAAACk/-VXUnMJNpfs/s400/Day06_05_Urville_Town_Hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...... on to Magney, a tiny village where one of the stone homes displays a plaque installed just 2 years ago, dedicated to the Glen's. It was this very house that served as the Headquarters as the Glen's were 'dug in' around Magney.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813125112234082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP6O7HygGI/AAAAAAAAACs/YgosMLlfFuQ/s400/Day06_06_Magny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mayor of Urville attended a brief ceremony held in front of the house. The present day residents were in attendance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813204465591042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP6TivGowI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SeASvMzjx18/s400/Day06_07_Magny_Dignitaries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813129818311458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP6PMpziyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TGsTfJfks3A/s400/Day06_06_Magny_Plaque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon returning to our hotel in Caen, we did some laundry. Gotta be clean for tomorrow!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-6852961744875112499?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6852961744875112499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=6852961744875112499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/6852961744875112499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/6852961744875112499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Day 6 September 19, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNP5NpL-t8I/AAAAAAAAACE/f18JW_rIJ70/s72-c/Day06_01_Bretteville_sur_Laize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-7816041689426735093</id><published>2008-09-17T13:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:32:14.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Wednesday, September 17, 2008</title><content type='html'>A short bus ride from out hotel in Portsmouth took us to the D-Day Museum where we were "invaded" by 70 English school children! Ervin, one of the WW II veterans in our group, supplied some stories of life in a tank on that day and the days that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNGELQpjJWI/AAAAAAAAABo/vT9OOC0tXPY/s1600-h/Day04_01_DDay_Museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNGELQpjJWI/AAAAAAAAABo/vT9OOC0tXPY/s400/Day04_01_DDay_Museum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247120369846003042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to our next stop, Southwick House, we stopped at a Rotary Club park high on a ridge overlooking Portsmouth and environs. A few of our travelers enjoyed "beefburgers and chips" from a local lunch truck - very greasy and very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southwick House was the location where the decision to launch D-Day was made. It is located on an active British army base. We were on our best behaviour as we had a very informative visit to what is still the functioning officer's mess of the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNGD_vSKhiI/AAAAAAAAABg/UH7POAFCQh4/s1600-h/Day04_02_Southwick_House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNGD_vSKhiI/AAAAAAAAABg/UH7POAFCQh4/s400/Day04_02_Southwick_House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247120171910989346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour long drive through the English country side (one very large bus on many winding and narrow country lanes - a testiment to our bus driver John's skill!) brought us to Stonehenge. For me, John (the traveler, NOT the driver), this was a very facinating but very short hour long stop. Tonnes of pictures and video - multimedia presentation, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNGDyvi-uSI/AAAAAAAAABY/7lUyrbK---E/s1600-h/Day04_03_Stonehenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNGDyvi-uSI/AAAAAAAAABY/7lUyrbK---E/s400/Day04_03_Stonehenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247119948643219746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-7816041689426735093?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7816041689426735093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=7816041689426735093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/7816041689426735093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/7816041689426735093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-4-wednesday-september-17-2008.html' title='Day 4 - Wednesday, September 17, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNGELQpjJWI/AAAAAAAAABo/vT9OOC0tXPY/s72-c/Day04_01_DDay_Museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-935047589120064928</id><published>2008-09-17T13:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:06:10.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Tuesday, September 16, 2008</title><content type='html'>The day began with a "full English buffet breakfast" after which me made our way to Buckingham Palace for a eye-popping tour of the State Rooms of that regal and extravagant residence. The gardens of the Royal Mews were very nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF3RVZfExI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-iZH2rXXcK0/s1600-h/Day03_01_BuckinghamPalace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF3RVZfExI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-iZH2rXXcK0/s400/Day03_01_BuckinghamPalace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247106180548858642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was the Imperial War Museum which is undergoing renovations at this time but this in no way diminished the impact of the presentations. We visited the "Blitz Experience" and other displays on the lower and ground floors but we didn't have enough time to see the other 5 higher levels...  it's a massive display!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF64feg_II/AAAAAAAAABA/dyCTvOUruSg/s1600-h/Day03_02_Imperial_War_Museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF64feg_II/AAAAAAAAABA/dyCTvOUruSg/s400/Day03_02_Imperial_War_Museum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247110151804091522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief bus tour of some of other notable London sights we were off to Portsmouth, our base for the next two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We next set our sights on the Gunn Inn in Findon, the birth place of the SD&amp;amp;G battlecry "Up the Glens". Our entourage was piped into the historical establishment with two WW II veterans leading the way. A few of the locals came out to see what all the excitement was about! A presentation was made to the owners of the pub; a reminder of the friendship and appreciation between them and the SD&amp;amp;Gs. A few pints were enjoyed by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF-pD8VSgI/AAAAAAAAABI/7k4s9wfHReQ/s1600-h/Day03_03_Gun_Inn_out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF-pD8VSgI/AAAAAAAAABI/7k4s9wfHReQ/s400/Day03_03_Gun_Inn_out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247114284761434626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF_HRZc26I/AAAAAAAAABQ/DeEriZAOeIE/s1600-h/Day03_04_Gun_Inn_in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF_HRZc26I/AAAAAAAAABQ/DeEriZAOeIE/s400/Day03_04_Gun_Inn_in.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247114803769301922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-935047589120064928?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/935047589120064928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=935047589120064928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/935047589120064928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/935047589120064928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-3-tuesday-september-16-2008.html' title='Day 3 - Tuesday, September 16, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF3RVZfExI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-iZH2rXXcK0/s72-c/Day03_01_BuckinghamPalace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-1903688506720144937</id><published>2008-09-17T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:26:39.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Monday, September 15, 2008</title><content type='html'>We met our skillful bus driver John upon our arrival into Heathrow and he took us straight away to Westminster Abbey. We toured the beautiful old structure lead by our London guide Charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNFyqoyexgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ln4xc_Kt-eU/s1600-h/Day02_01_Westminster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNFyqoyexgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ln4xc_Kt-eU/s400/Day02_01_Westminster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247101117692560898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was lunch where the fare was traditional English fish 'n' chips at Bumbles of Buckingham Palace Road...   it was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our stomaches full we heading off to the Churchill Museum and Cabinet War Rooms near Downing Street... NO pictures allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we checked into our hotel (finally!) we made the short walk to 47 Kings Street, Hammersmith, former location of Regent Studio where, in November of 1943, CQMS Charles R. Dunk (Grampa Dunk) had his Christmas portrait done for his family back home in Canada. The original building has since been replaced but this is the actual location of that establishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF1sOigOOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FPj5mu7Ya48/s1600-h/Day02_02_KingStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNF1sOigOOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FPj5mu7Ya48/s400/Day02_02_KingStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247104443540846818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-1903688506720144937?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1903688506720144937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=1903688506720144937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/1903688506720144937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/1903688506720144937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-2-monday-september-15-2008.html' title='Day 2 - Monday, September 15, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNFyqoyexgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ln4xc_Kt-eU/s72-c/Day02_01_Westminster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862910701239620375.post-2411023936477573830</id><published>2008-09-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:29:31.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Sunday, September 14, 2008</title><content type='html'>Our trip began with a stop at the Cornwall Armory, home of the SD&amp;amp;G Highlanders. We then made our way to Jolly Tours where we met Carol MacAleese, our tour guide, and our fellow traveling mates.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNFwX1L1wlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/htbNaee95_M/s1600-h/Day01_01_CornwallArmory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNFwX1L1wlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/htbNaee95_M/s400/Day01_01_CornwallArmory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247098595579380306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight from Pierre Elliot Trudeau was a bit late in departing but otherwise uneventful. We landed at Heathrow, London at 9:50 AM local time (4:50 AM for us!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNFxbgh5QxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fd4QKAVcmpY/s1600-h/Day01_02_England.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNFxbgh5QxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fd4QKAVcmpY/s400/Day01_02_England.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247099758265844498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862910701239620375-2411023936477573830?l=followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2411023936477573830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862910701239620375&amp;postID=2411023936477573830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/2411023936477573830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862910701239620375/posts/default/2411023936477573830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followingtheglens2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-1.html' title='Day 1 - Sunday, September 14, 2008'/><author><name>Cathy and John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848842552044458734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXOYAiOOFa0/SNFwX1L1wlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/htbNaee95_M/s72-c/Day01_01_CornwallArmory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
