Highlight of the tour is probably not the best way to describe this day, but we had certainly put a great deal of thought into it. The tour to this point had been so fantastic that we had learnt that all expectations were likely to be blown away, but still it was with a mixture of anticipation and excitement that we arrived at Tyne Cot War Cemetery.
Our oldest and youngest players (Derrick and Millie) took charge of the wreaths, and followed the players with their instruments down the small path and into the cemetery.
The band played In Flanders Fields whilst the wreaths were laid, then all the instruments were put back on the bus and we had a few minutes to look around.
Whilst that last sentence may seem a little flat, there simply are no words to describe the overwhelming emotions - the pride, the gratitude, the sadness....
The experience was moving beyond anything we can even attempt to convey. There were many tears and many hugs.
From there, it was back on the coach and on to Ypres for our final concert. The final venue was by the arches to the Corn Market, and being on the ground (so to speak) meant the added entertainment value of moving players around the area could be introduced.
After a quick photo call whilst everyone was still in their bright polo shirts, there was free time to explore before we visited In Flanders' Field Museum.
Following a torrential downpour, it was time to eat our final evening meal together. Again the food was pre ordered (again, great job Andy had a record of who chose what). Those who chose chicken and chips probably hadn't anticipated half a bird, but certainly we didn't go hungry.
It was a short walk to the Menin Gate for the Last Post, where we saw Scouts from Cheltenham lay a wreath. Small world indeed.
Ostend marked our final evening with a fireworks' display on the beach. How kind!
Following a torrential downpour, it was time to eat our final evening meal together. Again the food was pre ordered (again, great job Andy had a record of who chose what). Those who chose chicken and chips probably hadn't anticipated half a bird, but certainly we didn't go hungry.
It was a short walk to the Menin Gate for the Last Post, where we saw Scouts from Cheltenham lay a wreath. Small world indeed.
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