We Will Remember Them

For The Fallen by Lawrence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

An Evening Stroll

This evening we decided to have a quick walk from the carpark at Canadian Cross. The sun was in and out behind the clouds and it was quite chilly. But the setting sun was very pretty. When we got to the pond on Mogshade hill, this pony was eating the pond weed, he was amusing to watch as he was putting his head righ under to get it. Several othe photographers wer up there with their tripods setting up to catch the suns reflection in the water.












On the way home we stopped off at Cadmans Pond to catch the last of the sunset. The geese were loudly honking as they circled the pond, deciding where to spend the night.

From the carpark at Canadian Cross
Mogshade Hill
Pond on Mogshade hill
Trees at Mogshade hill

The Sun is Shining Again

After another night of heavy rain , the sun is shining, and although ther were some dark clouds in the sky, it remained dry whilst we were walking. We started from the car park by the Canadian Cross, and walked down to Highland water, we then followed the stream and walked up Mogshade Hill to the pond. The pond is full and overflowing. On the small pond just inside the inclosure there were some great reflections of the sky and clouds. In the distance we saw a big herd of deer grazing , and everywhere the birds were singing...spring is definitely coming.

Mogshade Hill, you can see the grey clouds and the blue sky


Thhis is the footpath, we had yet another night of very heavy rain.


Another view of the stormy skies


A little waterfall, its falling over the tree roots and is ony there because of all the heavy rain, but it looked so pretty.


Missy enjoys playing in the streams , which are now full of water.

This morning it was sunny and we walked from the carpark at the Canadian Cross. As we walked past the little pond in the inclosure I noticed the beautiful reflections of the pines and I was able to get a couple of shots before the dogs disturbed the surface of the water. These two ponies were wathcing some others running in the distance. This afternoon we have had some heavy rain so I am glad we had our main walk this morning.

The Canadian Memorial

There is a wooden cross in the Forest that serves as a memorial to the canadian soldiers who were camped here in the winter of 1943/44 as they prepared for the D day landings. In April 1944 Their Pardre canon Keith Perdue errected a Pine cross on this spot and services were held to pray for their safe return. it was later replaced with a simple cross made of Oak to serve as a memorial to those who lost their lives.
Today we arrived at the cross just as a small service was taking placefor Remembrance Sunday. The little car park was filled and all along the road were about 50 Harley Davidson Motor bikes as the New Forest Club had joined in the service and brought their own cross made of poppies to lay in remembrance of those who gave their lives.
On our way home the car park was deserted and I stopped to take some photos for my Canadian Friends.

The Canadian Cross

November Winter sun at Canadian Cross