Over an old railway line towards the IJzer. More and more scars from the Great War loom large. The Christmas peace of 1914, where, via the artwork of William Livermore, a British, French and German soldier will drink a drink together into eternity. We pass military cemeteries, the white headstones glittering peacefully in the sunlight. The Trench of Death memorial site at Diksmuide inspires awe just by cycling past it. The end point of today’s route is so self-evident that even the Iconic routes direction signs are momentarily unnecessary. The Ijzer Tower can be seen from miles away. Belgium’s most famous peace monument as a beacon in a flat and empty landscape.