Looks like yellow, not orange..Sorry!

Yum ! Koffie and Appelcake!

Oh my! Patrick is from Ossendrecht! In 1994, I met up with Patrick in Capetown and for 9 months cycled together back to his village. All I heard was about this hill! we'd have to climb back into his village. We were met at the Belgium Border (love the picture of your border post) by his village and escorted to the city limit. Before reaching the town I asked Patrick, "where is the hill?" He said "We are on it."
I don't know if you read our page of our last journal reaching Ossendrecht, be we referenced the "hill" again.
Patrick is curious of where you stayed?
Rachel

"Cold, bleak, and remote" indeed: sentiments well-captured in the photo.

I happened to be in London in late September and early October of 2015. As is our custom on arriving in a city unfamiliar to us, my wife booked us on an open-top bus tour of the city, to help us get our bearings and pick out places to be visited later.

On this particular day- a day with splendidly clear, fine weather- one of the "Flights of Remembrance" (I think that's what they were called) marking the 75th anniversary of the end of the Battle of Britain passed low and slow overhead. We had no inkling these flights were happening, and even less that we'd actually witness one. Seeing a close formation of four Spitfires and two Hurricanes, and to hear the rasp of their Merlin engines, was a thrill I'll not soon forget.

By mere chance my wife had her camera at the ready and managed to snap a couple good photos in the few seconds the window of opportunity was open. I later posted one on another forum-based special-interest website, and was stunned when a few days later one of the other members not only identified the type of plane, but narrowed it down to the specific one in my photo.

When I asked how he'd manages such a feat (the photo shows only the plane in partial silhouette, with no chance of picking up identifying markings) he revealed that he's a pilot. He had been at his local airfield recently, which happens to be the same one where these particular planes are based, and had struck up a conversation with one of the guys whose privilege it is to fly them periodically. The man went on to say he had in fact been at the controls that day, and pulled up the details of the flight plan on the computer! What an amazing string of coincidences.

Thanks, Hanna. I'm delighted it meant so much to you. Would you like a high-definition version of the picture, by e-mail or in print? My address is leowoodland@neuf.fr

The names written on this memories stones are those of my family, which I did not know . My father's sister and her family. Very excited by the picture, thank you.