THE SOMME!

So let me tell you about THE most pointless school trip I have ever been on.
I swear, I didn't even realise that all the places we saw were where 'The Somme' was.
I was waiting for some big 'And THIS is THE Somme' climax. I assure you, that never came.


So, at school just after 5 am =|
We had two coach drivers who both liked to think they were quite funny. They weren't.
Eurotunnel. I volunteered to paint the walls of the tunnel so people have something to watch whilst their travelling. Might take me a while though. These four decided they needed to lay down on the floor and so took up this odd position in a square:

Ermm yeah we just spent a ridiculous amount of time on a coach. Katie bought a book at Dover and read it before we got to Calais on the way home.
We ate a lot as well =)


We saw a lot of graves i.e. people buried under the ground (sometimes in layers on top of each other) which freaks me out a lot.

We found quite a few funny names on the graves and memorial buildings. Here are my favourites.
Curry:

Ruffles:

At the Canadian place the guy didn't like us very much and followed us around. But there were loads of actual real trenches which I thought were quite kool. Look, it's us in an ACTUAL trench, how exciting!

Sally also tried to talk to sheep, in sheep language. They consequently moved away from her.

We got some nice ice cream at the Irish Memorial place. I got a tropical Callipo, was well good (Y).

On the way back we got to the train just in time before it left. And here occured the MOST pointless event of the trip. We ALL had to get off of the coach to show the very grumpy people our passports and then had to get back on the coach, only to get off of it once again once we'd actually boarded the train. Jeeeez.
By the time we got back to school (20:45) I was getting prreettyy cranky and took it upon myself to get the bus home. A couple of lovely year 10s took it upon themselves to shout at me that I was crazy. I then asked them how else I was meant to get home and they ran away.