Ostend

so if you have a solarium i'm here for it go ahead please oh no get to it

So these two, we're getting railed via the rail, right? So we're having some lovely lovemaking session on this Amtrak to Ostend, Belgium.

Purple

ambient light.

He's very capable of sadism, but maybe not love itself,

yeah.

They're gonna miss their boat out of Belgium, but there is a grand hotel in Ostend, Belgium.

And they're like, we'll just stay the night and catch the next boat in the morning.

And brilliant to have Dathan there join us, Tomo.

I mean, I think it's special memories, that first beginning that we talked about in the cross country in Ostend.

And I think it maybe didn't get the credit at the time or did it get the credit at the time? Because I think those two US guys under 20 men at the time finishing with Dathan the Bronze and Matt Tegenkamp in fifth place was phenomenal.

Phenomenal.

But circumstances seldom did allow, and I was always behindhand with my journal, a week behind with the first day of the seventeen, four months behind with the last.

This was inevitable, for in the last week of the siege of Antwerp, when the wounded were being brought into Ghent by hundreds, and when the fighting came closer and closer to the city, and at the end when the Germans were driving you from Ghent to Bruges, and from Bruges to Ostend, and from Ostend to Dunkirk, you could not sit down to write your impressions, even if you were cold-blooded enough to want to.

It was as much as you could do to scribble the merest note of what happened in your daybook.

But when you had made fast each day with its note, your impressions were safe, far safer than if you had tried to record them in their flux as they came.

The Belgian legation was enchanted.

It gave passports to a small private commission of inquiry under our commandant to go out to Belgium and send in a report.

At Ostend the commission of inquiry whittled itself down to the one energetic person who had taken it out.

And before we knew where we were, our ambulance corps was accepted by the Belgian Red Cross.

With no confirmed sighting of Louise on her journey and those closest to her insisting she would never willingly disappear, we're left with a mystery that has haunted her family for decades.

Did Louise ever leave that tiny German village at all? On the evening of July 30th, 2001, Peter Simon stood on the docks of the port in Dover, Kent, watching the ferries arrive from Ostend, Belgium.

He was waiting for his fiance, 24-year-old Louise Kurton, to walk down the gangway.

They had spent the last five weeks at his mother's home in the tiny German village of Strassfeld, near Bonn.

She seemed absent, as if she wasn't really there," a neighbor in Strasfeld.

On July 28, Peter left for England.

On July 30th, Romana Simon claimed she drove Louise to Aachen Central Station to catch the 12:04 PM train to Ostend.

According to Romana, Louise was wearing a long black skirt, a white long-sleeved blouse, and carrying a dark green trolley suitcase and a black backpack.

don't...

Yes, that's my ticket to Ostend, Captain.

Here, put that

thing down.

I was 14 years of age, but I remember everything in connection with this event as though it had happened yesterday.

We were staying at Ostend where my mother had taken my brother and myself for a long summer holiday because she believed we had been previously overworked at our former schools from which she had removed us.

She was convinced that we both of us stood in need of sea air, exercise, and healthy recreation.

before we could take up our studies again after the strain we had undergone.

And that as she expressed it, something had to be done with us.

What was done with us was the result of circumstances that I cannot, but regard as fortunate.

in my own case at any rate they brought into my life at a very impressionable age influences and memories that have always been and that are still after more than half a century extraordinarily serviceable and sweet to me The first of these fortunate circumstances was the renewal, due to an accidental meeting at Ostend, of my mother's friendship with a relative whom she had lost sight of for a great many years, who had married a Dutch lady and settled in Holland.

The eldest daughter of these rediscovered cousins was an exceptionally charming girl of 19. and upon enquiry my mother found out that she had been educated at a school in brussels situated in the rue d'isabelle and kept by a certain madame How it came to pass that, only four years after the publication of Viette, and two years after Mrs. Gaskell's Life of Charlotte Bronte, it did not occur to my mother to identify this particular Brussels school with the one where the director was the fiery and perilously attractive Professor Paul Emmanuel, and where the directress was painted as the crafty and treacherous Madame Beck.

Exactly.

The Allies determined they had to capture the Belgian Channel ports of Ostend and Zeebrug, where the U-boat fleet was based.

Right.

But to reach those ports, the British army had to push through a salient, basically a bulge in the front line, near the town of Ypres.