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Lower 4 en Normandie

12 June 2012

What a wonderful antidote to the week of exams: a 5 day trip to Normandy! The first day was spent focussing on the D-day landings and we all found the visit to the British Cemetery at Bayeux particularly moving (see Isabelle Barclay’s poem below). Our base, Bon Séjour, was perfectly situated and we were able to play all sorts of games including a fantastic Beach Olympics competition on our last night, which culminated in an 8 team relay. Despite losing all our games, my team redeemed itself by coming 2^nd in the relay.  On day 2 we made the journey to Mont St. Michel, which was absolutely beautiful. We also enjoyed the variety of little shops though we were quite exhausted when we reached the top. Day 3 took us to the market where were had a chance to see the really vibrant atmosphere and practise our bartering skills. The stall holders were really helpful and tried to teach us some “market” phrases. I really enjoyed the entire trip and I only wish I could go back every year.

Olivia Begley (L4B)

Isabelle Barclay’s poem on the British War Cemetery:

Eyes glancing round the endless rows of sorrow,|

Heads bowed in respect at the life taken all around.

Remembering, times that have been

Times of loss, hatred and death.

Hearts begin to pound with every sullen step that falls,

Crisp into the mown grass

Rings of red are visible on the white cross

Tension hangs thick in the air like mist

Walking through the row upon row of head stones

Steps quiet so not to wake the resting

The horror when the ‘unknown solider’ lies beneath your feet

Or the one enclosed with flowers, died aged 17.

Gazing out onto the field of justice

Almost making out the cries of the dying

The sharp sound of a gunshot ripping through the air

The silence of the hit.