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MORE MOONSHINE! - 1950's song lyricI see the moon the moon sees me
Down through the leaves of the old oak tree Back where my heart is longing to be Please let the light that shines on me Shine on the one I love Over the mountain over the sea Back where my heart is longing to be Please let the light that shines on me Shine on the one I love I kissed the rose the rose kissed me
Fragrant as only a rose can be Please take the kiss that comforts me
Back to the one I love Lyrics - STARGAZERS
STOP THE WORLD I . . . . . . .I have been a little quiet this last few days. Most of the time getting used to wet and cold England after my holiday. I have also been concentrating on my latest project and attempting to update my FH records. No soccer to look forward to this summer - England failed to qualify for the European Finals. In fact there are no decent programmes on the television, except Dr Who and I am not too keen on that since Billie Piper was left in a parallel world. Then I take a look at the news bulletins and wonder what the hell is going on out there. Teenagers have declared open season on one another, stabbings and shootings - anywhere anytime anyplace. 101 countries, including GREAT BRITAIN, have outlawed the manufacture, purchase and use of CLUSTER BOMBS,except USA, CHINA, RUSSIA AND ISRAEL. While on holiday a hurricane hit Burma, its totalitarian,military dictatorship has turned away British, French and American ships carrying aid to the stricken and dying survivors. Dozens of aftershocks are ripping through the earths crust following the Sichuan disaster. The aftermath could prove deadlier than the original earthquake. And then I read: The Texas Supreme Court has upheld a lower court decision which says 460 children removed from a ranch run by a relious sect should be returned to their parents. "On the record before us, removal of the children was not warranted." The ruling shatters one of the largest child-custody cases in US history. State officials said the removals were necessary to end a cycle of sexual abuse at the ranch in which teenage girls were forced to marry and have sex with older men. The ranch is run by the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. The church teaches that polygamy brings glorification in heaven. I have always fancied a little house in France, close to the boulongerie and cafe, having a game of boules with the locals. But maybe I should move to texas and open a hostel for older men and their teenage wives. Anyone fancy running the creche?
1589, fruit of a fortunate coincidence
A LATE SATURDAY POEMETTE
Gazing at the moon It waxes, tides between us. Together, apart, A distant orb unites us. Seperate, but gazing as one. SERVICE 649 - FRENCH CIRCULAR TOUR - PART TWOWednesday
Today was our driver's designated day off. After a breakfast of ham, cheese and croissant with of course several cups of coffee, We boarded a French coach - destined for Rocamadour, with Albert the driver and Stefan our guide. His knowledge of the area seemed to be fathomless. He spoke of the geology, geography and history of the region. We passed through Beynac - the village used as the backdrop of the film, "Chocolat" further along the dogdogne valley we passed Les Eyzies home, apparently of Cro mangnum Man some 30,000 years ago. These people lived in the caves high above the valley floor. Rocamadour is one of the two most visited sites in France, the other being Mont St Michael in Brittany. Today it is a site for christian pilgrimage but has been a place of worship since the Bronze Age. When we arrived back at the "Royal Vezere" Hotel, went across the road and had a coffee whilst writing a couple of postcards. We stayed at this hotel in Les Bugue for only two nights and I was impressed. I don't usually but I can recommend this Best Western hotel. It is only 15 - 25 miles from so many interesting places. Making an ideal centre in what I think is my favourite part of France.
Thursday
Left Les Bugue at 8 am following a 07.15 breakfast - I cannot remember the last time I was up so early! It was a long trek on the A10 down as far as Toulouse, left at the foothills of the Pyennees and onward to our lunch stop at Carcassonne. I had lunch in a picturesque square then sat and contemplated life by the carousel [Closed for lunch 12 - 3 !].
I wonder if at this late point I should introduce some of my fellow travellers. I seem to be labeled "odd" merely because I enjoyed struggling with the language and eating "foreign" food. They seemed to eat nothing but pomme frites and expensive sandwiches. The sight of a dreaded M*******s brought stars to their eyes. There was the couple who walked around with a calculator - instantly converting he dreaded Euro to £'s. They baulked at buying an apple tart - you know the ones they make in Normandy. It cost all of £2.50! Then their was the lady who never smiled or spoke but held onto the hand of her companion with the same tenacity a Mother holds her childs hand in Sainsbury's or Tesco! The elderly man who, I guess, fained deafness to escape the constant chatter of his wife. I was amused when we shared a table in Cognac them consuming a coffee au lait whilst I munched through the dejunuer of the day. She then stood guarding her payment until the busy waiter collected it, unlike most cafe user's who leave the cash on the table!
She, incidently was the one who complained that the Popes Palace in Avignon was empty - not worth paying 9.50 euros to see "nothing" . . . . .
Onward then to Orange and the Park Inn - here the entrance is guarded by a security gate - all very impressive until I looked out of my bedroom window at an open field !! Had vegetable terraine, pork with prunes and cream caramel for dinner.
Friday
A day out visiting Avignon - with half a bridge and Arles . . .with an empty Roman Bath. [ !! ]
Even I remember the song from my shcooldays:
Sur le pont d'Avignon L'on y danse, l'on y danse Sur le pont d'Avignon L'on y danse tous en rond Les beaux messieurs font comm' çà Et puis encore comm' çà We returned back to our hotel via Le Baux and the Roman town of Glanum - just a glimpse not a visit and then we passed through St Remy de Provence, hometown of Nostradamus then homewards with just a fleeting look at the ampitheatre in Orange - in my mind the best outside Italy.
I had fish in pastry as a starter then fish filet meniere. Ok two fish dishes but the alternative was soup and turkey! I treated myself to half a bottle of white wine. Well the holiday was coming to an end!
Shared a table with the Billaricky Mafia! lol - ok a family of four, Dad, Mum, Sister in law and Daughter, and a couple named Ferrari all from that Essex town but until this trip had never set eyes on each other! Very pleasant company - shared a glass after the meal with them. It was Mother who in Avignon would nt sit in the main square for a drink because "Its too posh."
Saturday
The return journey and endless travel - Orange to Paris. Stopped at Beaune l'arche service autogrill. Had chicken, ratatuille and baked pommes. . . . .spotted the wine so had a glass. Less than £10 for a motorway meal - cann t be bad! I had nodded off so I am not sure when the storm started. It seemed to follow us down the motorway to Paris. This was the same hotel as the previous weekend - situated between the 2 Charles de Gaulle airport runways. . . . .The planes were taking off into the storm that was raging for most of the night above Parissiene districts. Dinner was Goat's cheese in puff pastry, veal escalope and ice cream.
Sunday
Breakfast 06.30. . . . yes 06.30 !!!!!!
We left a damp city suburb of Senlis and set off for Le Manch at 07.15. Our boat was due to leave at 11.30 and we arrived in Calais at around 10. I think I mentioned in part one that the French customs in Dover, waved the coach through onto the ferry? Not the British customs. Once in the dock area we had to leave the coach, march through a room, present our passports, [ Having had to remove the British Passport cover], then get back on the coach. In the meantime two custom officers seached the coach.
Now can anyone with an iota of common sense imagine a group of white, middle aged tourists, attempting to smuggle aliens into England ? Talk about locking the stable door . . . .
Our journey in France covered 1828 miles,[ 2943 kilometres].
We boarded what must be the oldest PO ferry on the channel run. I was not impressed ! The journey home was marred by a diversion via the M40 and Coventry but I staggered into the house at 17.30. Brewed a cup of tea and fell asleep! My supper was a Chinese takeaway then a quick phone call and to bed.
Thanks to our driver Kevin - great mate!
Hope someone out there gets the urge to visit France from this small tale. . . you won't regret it.
SERVICE 649 - FRENCH CIRCULAR TOURThe alarm sounded, 06.45 Saturday 10th May. . . . ring . . . .ring. . . . .
The journey began when I was collected from home at 07.55 and taken to the bus terminal at Exhall, a little way out of Coventry. The weather was sunny and warm. I joined the feeder coach which took us to Dover - the channnel port and main ferry terminal for crossing the English Channel to mainland Europe. Here we joined coach number 649, and driver Kevin. The French customs officials, based in Dover, just waved us through and onto the 16.00 hours ferry. The 22 mile journey took 80 minutes to Calais. French summertime is one hour ahead of England so we disembarked at 18.30, still a 3 hour drive from the Paris hotel. The hotel was buiilt alongside 3 others, between the two runways of Charles De Gaulle International Airport. Ok for folk jetting off to the 4 corners of the world but not ideal for a coach riding plane phobic !!!!!
Sunday - Smashed my bottle of aftershave on the bathroom floor. Breakfasted in the Rome Room and joined my fellow travellers on the coach at 9. We drove into the centre of Paris and parked outside the Moulin Rouge, awaiting our tour guide. We then did a two hour lightening tour of that cities sites. At 11 we joined a river cruise, which basically circumnavigates the Isle of the Parisii - the original inhabitants of the city.
The coach left the capital at 14.00 heading towards our hotel and dinner in Tours. We arrived at 17.45 and once allocated my room,which overlooked Liberty Square. I showered and got down to the dining room in time to have a glass of wine before the meal. The starter was a homemade quiche followed by a meat, vegetables and fried potatoes. . . Only two of the party ate the meat when it was discovered it was cheek of wild boar. I make no comment.
Monday - A view of Loire Valley as we headed for Chateau de Chambord, passing through Amboise where so we were informed, Mike Jaggar has a home! The chateau at Chambord was a fascinating mix of french history and touristy pap. Built apparently as a hunting lodge for one of the Kings mistresses! From there we continued to Samaur - saw its Chateau but the place was not too impressive. Having said that it was a national holiday. Dinner menu was Goats Cheese Salad , Fish with asparagus followed by a cheesecake with raspberry sauce...[Coulis ?].
Tuesday - Sunny start on our journey into the Dordogne. We stopped for lunch in Cognac - home of the cognac industry in France. Outside the district they have to call the brew - brandy! Had my first lunch of the tour - chicken with salad, bread and a glass of vin blanc at a cafe on the main square of Cognac. I really must attend more french classes ! The party reassembled and we did a tour of the Otard Museum. A castle built by Francis 1 to defend the town against the Norman invaders. At the end of the tour we had a cognac tasting ! .. .. .. We left the bustling town of cognac and headed eastwards to Le Bugue and the Dordogne. Passing through wooded countryside we saw a Buzzard swooping down into a nearby field hunting its prey. Fascinating - I have only seen them in zoo's or on TV. . . .A picture I shall keep in my minds eye for ever !!
To be continued . . . . .
Vacances en FranceIn all honesty I am not brim full of anticipation but the countdown to this years 'Grand Tour' has begun. I have tended the garden ie killed off as many weeds as I could find. Not seen any slugs yet but . . .
Rescuing the suitcase from the newly insulated loft took a tad longer than anticipated but hey, thats all in the schedule! Next was to write a list of items to go in the suitcase! Sunday lunch was roast chicken with potatoes and parsnips. A treat but after all it was a 'Bank Holiday' Today will be chicken curry !
Not being here next weekend means I shall miss seeing Dr Who's daughter, mother of Susan I must presume. [ The Doctors first companion for those in the know!]. I will also not see the culmination of our soccer league.
Have bought some Euro's to spend. The rate per £ has increased 30% since I last went to Europe two years ago. It has taken 3 days to find my umbrella!! The long range forecast for France is nt too good. . . !!
This time next week I shall be in Tours, having spent Saturday night in Paris. From Tours it will be onwards through the Loire valley to Bordeaux. Sampling the local brews on the way! Following a day in Rocamador we travel on to Orange and Avignon via Carcassone. From there we are on the homeward leg - via Lyon and Paris.
Back at the castle in time to watch the European Cup Final, where in Moscow, [Russia], Manchester United will play Chelsea. Will we be CHAMPIONS then?
Peninsular War: Bi Centenery 1808 - 1814 The Burial of Sir John Moore after Corunna
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
Charles Wolfe = 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8= 8=8= 8= 8=8= Wellington At War In The Peninsula
Virtually all the fighting on land between the British and French armies during the Napoleonic Wars took place in Spain and Portugal.
The war originated from Napoleon's wish to extend the Continental system [A blockade],throughout Europe. Apart from smuggling, which was rife, Portugal remained the only country that would still openly accept British imports. To prevent this Napoleon planned to invade Portugal by first taking control of Spain and then controlling the whole of the Iberian Peninsular. In November 1807 General Junot led a French army through Spain and into Portugal occupying Lisbon on 1st December 1807. The Portuguese Royal family fled to Brazil, at that time a Portuguese colony and appealed to Britain for help. Napoleon then over played his hand, as he was to do often in the future, sending Marshal Murat into Spain with a large French army in March 1808. Following Napoleon's wishes the weak Spanish King Charles IV and his son were deposed and Napoleon's brother Joseph was 'elected' to the Spanish throne. By May many insurrections had broken out against French Rule. These were Guerrilla or small wars and although this form of warfare has existed for thousands of years it is from this period that we get the term Guerrilla warfare. In June/August 1808 the Spanish city of Saragossa held out against French attempts to recapture it after a local uprising. This was quickly followed by the surrender of Gen Dupont's French army at Baylen. For the time being Junot was cut off in Portugal and to make matters worse for the French a British expeditionary force under the temporary command of Sir Arthur Wellesley (later to become the Duke of Wellington) landed in Portugal on 1st August 1808. Wellesley quickly gained two victories, first at Rolica on 17 August 1808 and then at Vimerio (or Vimiero) on 21st August 1808.
Sir John Moore took permanent command of the British Army in Portugal and started working much more closely with the Spanish. The Spanish were not yet ready to move from insurgency to conventional war and when Moore advanced into Spain he found himself facing the French alone. To make matters worse Napoleon himself led the French armies. Napoleon quickly retook Madrid and forced the British into a terrible retreat through the Spanish mountains. Convinced the war in the Peninsula was over, Napoleon left Marshall Soult to finish Moore off and returned to France as 1809 began to prepare for war against Austria. Moore was far from finished and he made a stand at Corunna defeating Soult on 16th January although Moore died during the battle the remains of the British Army were able to escape by sea.
Lisbon was still free from French control and became the base of British operations when Wellesley returned, now with Portuguese allies under the command of William Beresford. Soult crossed into Portugal in the spring of 1809 but was defeated again by Wellesley at Oporto on 12th May. Wellesley now advanced into Spain. When Marshal Victor and Joseph Bonaparte attacked at Talavera on 28th July 1809. Wellesley defeated the French but determined not to make Moore's mistake retreated back into Portugal until he could be sure of his Spanish allies and was better prepared. For Talavera Wellesley became known as Wellington as his reward, but would not become a Duke until 1814. The remains of the Spanish army were forced back to defend Cadiz as the free capital of Spain while Wellington prepared defences in Portugal for the expected French invasion. These became known as the Lines of Torres Vedras.
By early 1810 two French armies were on the border, the Army of Portugal under Marshall Andre Massena and the Army of Andalusia under Marshall Soult. The personal dislike both men had for each other was to prevent any coordinated action. In July 1810 Massena advanced and was defeated by Wellington at Buscao on 27th September. Wellington refused to be draw out from his defences by this victory and Massena's forces spent a long harsh winter starving outside the British and Portuguese lines. Despite unsuccessful French attempts to retake Cadiz by 1811 the situation in the Peninsular had changed very little. Wellington defeated Massena again at Fuentes de Onoro in May 1811 and the Allied army under Beresford attacked the border fortress of Badajoz with little success and much butchery.
In January of 1812 Wellington decided that it was the right time to go on the offensive. First he took the two border forts which were the gateway to Spain, Ciudad Rodrigo (19th Jan) and Badajoz (19th April). Lacking any real siege train, or the time to reduce the fortresses through starvation these were taken by bloody assaults. Wellington continued to make his name defeating Massena's replacement Marshall Marmont at Salamanca on 22 July. Madrid was briefly liberated but the lack of siege train this time made taking Burgos impossible and Wellington retreated back to Portugal rather than risk being cut off by superior French forces. Although forced back into Portugal the Peninsular war had turned in favour of the British. Wellington had made his reputation, smashing all the French Marshals and armies sent against him and just as importantly Napoleon had drained Spain of the best of the French forces for the invasion of Russia. Napoleon had expected to return to Spain after the Russians had been dealt with and crush the British forces.Few of his troops returned from the lethal 1812 Russian campaign.
In 1813 Wellington led a much more confident Allied army into Spain, smashed the French army, this time at the battle of Vittoria on 21st June 1813. Marshal Suchet tried to hold the mountain passes but after several hard fought engagements Wellington's army entered France. Wellington's army drove northwards, defeating Soult at Orthez in February 1814 and capturing Bordeaux. The last battle of the Peninsular war was fought at Toulouse on 10th April 1814 where Soult was once again defeated. Napoleon abdicated on 6th April 1814, but the news had yet to reach the combatants in the south. The Peninsular war proved a fatal drain to Napoleon's resources both in his time and in men and materials. It also helped forge a British army capable of beating the French and proved British commitment to the war against Napoleon to the European Allies throughout this turbulent period. Most importantly it brought to the fore one of the great Generals of the period, the Duke of Wellington.
From Tennyson's "Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington."
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