Ypres Dawn.

We rose with the sun the next morning, in an attempt to cram in as much as possible on our last, and only morning in Ypres.

Walking along the embankment path, we headed down to a war cemetery, lined with row upon row of white headstones.

Slowly we headed back, past the river, and up to Menin Gate, to take a look at the structure under the morning sun.

Unfortunately, our time was limited in the morning, and we wanted to take a look around the Cloth Hall museum before leaving, so we headed back to the House, via a beautiful pattiserie, and grabbed our gear.

Outside the Cloth Hall, we were greeted by an Irish marching band, who were performing.

Unfortunately, we didn't find out who they were, or where abouts they were from, however they gave a stunning performance and it really made our morning.

The exhibition inside the Cloth Hall (photography is banned), is one of the most interesting museum exhibitions I have seen in a long time. With lots of interactive elements, fantastic, in depth information, and interpretation from all sides of the war, it is an exhibit that is one truly not to miss.

We had also paid the extra to climb the tower, in order to see the views from the top. I promise, I tried my hardest to get up there, and did quite well in managing two flights. However the bells began to ring and as I gripped the spiralling metal bannister and looked upwards, I knew I couldn't go any further.

After wrestling with our rucksacks in a futile attempt to retrieve them from the lockers, we headed back to the train station, vowing that we would be back.