Here we go with part one at last
Thanks to Buz and others for assistance, I think I may have it sussed with the pix
The paperwork from P and O said 1700 latest checkin at Hull for the Zeebrugge ferry, so after some serious filtering on the M62 after a caravan fire near Halifax, I got to Hull at 16:59. Only to find myself first in the queue as it should have read 1800 hrs. Never mind, I'm here: The Varadero is loaded with my shiny new Trax SW motech panniers and topbox, tent strapped to the pillion seat, and away we go.
The usual overnight ferry to Zeebrugge passed off uneventfully, and I managed to escape the bus load of mithering kids at scoff time, so a few pints later and I'm away with the fairies for the duration.
Friday 22nd and I'm off the boat at Zeebrugge, headed for Ypres. I programmed the TomTom Rider to avoid motorways, and spent the next 2 hours slowly bimbling through the countryside. I chose to camp at Camp Ypra, which is 9km outside Ypres, located at Kemmel. This is because I was billy no mates, and planned to spend as much time away from noisy pop heads, tourists and folks in general as possible. The site was fine at 10 Euro a night including showers and hot water for the pots etc, and was sufficieiontly quiet as not be be one of those sites where a zillion herberts turn up at all hours making God's own racket. Except Friday night as it was a bank holiday in Belgium, so everyone piled into the site. Locals are very Brit-friendly, and I managed to imbibe a few SAS Pils over the duration. Glad I took some Aspirin in me panniers though!
Chez Mungrel: And that's how it stayed for a week!
I planned the whole thing using Major and Mrs Holt's guides to the Ypres Salient. £16 from Amazon complete with reference map was probably the best buy I made. If you haven't got one, and you are considering goinf solo, without an experienced guide, I seriuosly recommend getting one.
At this point, it's worth mentioning that in late April the tourist season has not really got under way, so at virtually every location I visited, I was either totally alone, or one of a very small group of bods who were on these wee battle site tours on minibuses. I don't think that I could have put up with large numbers of tourist types crawling all over the place like blue rinsed ants

Day one and off to Kemmel for a mooch.
Mount Kemmel was fought over bitterly, and at the top of the hill, out of the gloom of the tall trees, looms this monument to the French who gave so many lives. The locals just call it "The Angel"
As you go over the other side of the mountain ( a piiging big hill actually. But in Belgium, it really is their equivalent, I guess) there is another French monument which is actually an ossuary. This is where they collect all the bones of the fallen, as opposed to providing each with a grave. A bit creepy for me, but there you go.
I found this interesting little memorial right on a bend at the bottom of the road going down the mountain, and had to get off the bike, and walk back on foot. It commemorates a Polich fighter Pilot, Karel Pavlik, who was shot down in WW2, and crashed at the site, If you look behind the monument ( which has a relief of a cartoon cat on it for some reason. Anyone know why please?) you can see the crater where the Spitfire hit the ground.
A round robin of the area, and I called into the parish church in Kemmel.
There's a sad little collection of CWGC graves here of the first Allied soldier to die in the area in the winter of 1914, very early in the war. As you can see, the headstones are laid exactly where the locals buried the bodies, prior to what later became known as "concentration" burials, all planned and regimented in some of the larger cemetaries.
The main Military Cemetary in Kemmel holds a few interesting graves. The uncle of Daphne DuMaurier for instance, and this lad: a real life Finnish Count who emigrated to Canada, joined up at the start of the war and came back to Europe, only to die in Kemmel:
OK, part two to follow after a brew and a biccy.
