As you can see from the last photograph, it was quite late in the afternoon by now but we knew that Flat Iron Copse ought to be within striking distance and that we should just about get to this, the last cemetery on the list, in time to find the grave before it was dark.
Mametz it said and being too clever for my own good, I decided to take a short cut. It was nowhere to be found around Mametz. The CWCG directions also said 10k east of Albert, which would, in fact, be beyond Mametz, but on the D929, which is actually north of Albert, not east. For the next hour we drove up and down, going into villages and out the other side, stopping at every green sign, re-reading the directions and getting precisely nowhere. It grew darker and darker and we knew that we had at least an hour of travelling before stopping for the night on our way to Auxerre, which is quite considerably south of Paris. Eventually, feeling thoroughly disheartened and disappointed at failing at the very last one, we decided that there was nothing more we could do so, reluctantly, we gave up. I know how flat I was feeling but had no idea that my partner had also become so very involved in the efforts to find all of your relatives. We consoled ourselves with knowing that we had found at least one grave or memorial for everyone who had asked.
(I did, at this point, send a text message to Lydart, asking if she could check the CWCG directions but she has had a new phone, so didn't get my message.)
We spent Friday night in a cheap and cheerful hotel at St. Quentin, then drove down to Auxerre. The hotel there had wi-fi so I spent some time checking and carefully re-writing out the directions to Flat Iron Copse. Maybe, if we were very lucky we could get there on our way back to Calais.