We followed the twisting road up into the Wheatfield, where some of the fiercest fighting took place. Unlike the other parts along the edges of the vanished front lines, this area is more desolate, almost abandoned, with few memorials to note. The road went on, past the Rose Farm deeper into farmland that seems to still be in use in some way or another – although many fields are filled with wildflowers. These must be mowed down regularly, or else the forest would have reclaimed these fields.
Some of the land is still used for farming of course, and everywhere there are split rail fences marking out the roads that are otherwise hidden in the tall grassy fields in on this rolling landscape.