This small round hill was at the extreme left of Napoleon's battle line. It came under infantry attack during the battle, but was held throughout.
After a cold, wet and muddy morning tramping the fields we were reluctant to leave the warmth and comfort of the Post House, where there was a plentiful supply of local wine to wash down our excellent Santon Cannonball lunch.
It was only when we were offered a lift in the minibus that we agreed to carry on with the afternoon tour. The delay meant we had to abandon the walk to the Santon, but everyone had more than enough of muddy fields to last a lifetime - let along a day.
Once on the Santon we were full of enthusiasm for the tour, and a little guilty that we had missed part of it.
After a cold, wet and muddy morning tramping the fields we were reluctant to leave the warmth and comfort of the Post House, where there was a plentiful supply of local wine to wash down our excellent Santon Cannonball lunch.
It was only when we were offered a lift in the minibus that we agreed to carry on with the afternoon tour. The delay meant we had to abandon the walk to the Santon, but everyone had more than enough of muddy fields to last a lifetime - let along a day.
Once on the Santon we were full of enthusiasm for the tour, and a little guilty that we had missed part of it.
More photos here
http://walkingnorterneurope.blogspot.com/
No comments:
Post a Comment
I have asked to be notified before comments appear so that I will not miss them.