Trip Start Jun 08, 2005
23Trip End Jul 19, 2005
We were wakened by a thunder storm of moderate proportions and intemperate nature at a somewhat earlier hour than we would have chosen. It rained. We ate.
We drove in search of the grave of Siddle Schofield, Janice's father's brother, who died aged twenty two, fighting in the second World War at a place called Bergen. The rain stopped. We found a very pretty, small town where we bought roses for the grave and then found the cemetery, and then the grave itself. It is a relatively small cemetery. The grounds are beautifully well kept. All the headstones of the graves of the commonwealth servicemen are clean and cared for among well mown grass and narrow, weeded flower beds. It was a very moving experience to place flowers at that grave.
We returned to the van and drove off in the rain that had obviously been holding off while we paid our respects, because this was NZ rain, big, hard and very wet
Tomorrow is a business day and we meet with people who are brokering our plants in Europe, so we found where to be and confirmed the time. Eight am. See you then. We're now in a caravan park and the rain seems to have stopped.
It was indeed very moving to find my uncle's grave - one among so many men, mainly in their early twenties, who died young and far from home. That the graves are so well maintained is wonderful - each one clean and planted with flowering plants, regularly tended and weed free. A groundsman was using a motorized trimmer on the hedge but considerately stopped for a smoko while we were at Siddle's grave. We commented on the lovely condition of the commonwealth graves and he said that they tried to keep them looking good.