Aug- 2006
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This year, the Household Cavalry Motorcycle Club’s (HCMCC)
annual tour revisited the Peninsula Campaign fought in Portugal, Spain
and Southern France, previously visited some years back; however,
this time the Club was to follow Moore’s retreat to Corunna
and visit the Lines of Torres Vedras as well as the battlefields of
Badajoz and Vitoria.
So on a cloudy Monday morning the Club loaded their motorcycles onto
an Eddie Stobart truck, with a view to meeting up with it in a few
days at Bilbao Airport. In addition the support truck set off that
day on the long haul south. In the mean time 2 members of the club
left on the Sunday before and rode like demons through the rain sodden
French Countryside to make the Wednesday morning deadline at Bilbao
International Airport. At the same time 2 other club members were
making their way across the south of France on their own magical mystery
tour to make the same deadline.
Once the Club had all arrived safely at Bilbao and the bikes had
all been unloaded the Club split into its usual groups. With 16 members
on the tour we split into four rides of four and set off for the first
campsite south of Leon near Castrogonzalo in readiness for Thursday’s
BS of Moore’s retreat to Corunna. That first day’s ride
was truly spectacular and set the tone for some fantastic riding throughout
Portugal and Spain. The plan didn’t survive second contact,
let alone first; as on arriving at the campsite it was found that
it had shut a week earlier.
The following morning the Club rode in column of route down the motorway
to the start of the first BS, the Bridge at Castrogonzalo. Here beside
the modern day Road Bridge stands the little known and less visited
original bridge destroyed by Moore’s Rearguard at the start
of the retreat to Corunna. From here the Club discussed the background
to the retreat and went through the route in detail; including events
at Benavente where the rearguard fought a highly successful action
delaying Napoleon’s Advance Guard and setting the conditions
for the remainder of the retreat; at Bembibre, where the wine vaults
were seen as too much of a temptation for those seeking to ‘see
in’ the New Year; and Cacabelos, where another successful rearguard
action halted the French at a vital moment in the withdrawal. The
Club then split up into separate rides and headed for Corunna. It
was a long ride and for the first full day after a long ride from
Bilbao the previous day and so it wasn’t much of a surprise
to see the first ‘casualties’ of the trip starting to
show. One of the club members immaculate Ducati 999S found it all
too much and limped off to find a dealership to mend a damaged clutch,
whilst one of the BMW bikes developed an oil leak. Out of a total
of 12 bikes, only 7 managed to make the RV at El Burgo where, after
a quick brief on Moore’s final rearguard action before the main
battle the Club made its way to the final RV overlooking the main
battlefield.
A hard to find panorama laid out by the Regimental Association of
the Green Jackets gave a very detailed view of the battlefield as
it once stood; unfortunately, the city of Corunna as it now stands
completely obscures the land involved, although a healthy imagination
ensures a fairly clear view of events. What was clear that the retreat
had been characterised by extreme acts of ill discipline juxtaposed
with supreme acts of bravery by the rearguard, the latter significantly
contributing to the ultimate success of the retreat.
Sadly due to time constraints the Club was unable to fight their way
through the Hispanic traffic into the centre of Corunna to visit Moore’s
final resting place at the Jardin de San Carlos in the old town, but
apparently it is well worth the effort
The remainder of the Club then moved onto just North of Lisbon to
a campsite previously visited some years before, sadly in September
the whole coastline is plunged into mist for the majority of the morning
and late afternoon/evening, and as such any pretensions at sunbathing
on a beach with ‘scantilyclads’ were just that. An extra
day allocated as ‘rest’ was spent fighting the mist before
the Club embarked on a tour of the Lines of Torres Vedras. A previous
tour had failed to capitalise on this battle site and had not found
many of the sites in question, so it was with much relief that the
recce had managed to identify the key locations on the forward defensive
line which enabled the Club to ride down this line and visit fortifications
at Torres Vedras, Sobral, Arruda and Alhandra. The fort at Torres
Vedras was in fairly good condition and had been opened as a site
by the present Duke of Wellington, from there the Club rode the route
following the forward line, ending up – in varying degrees of
tardiness – at Alhandra where a spectacular view over the River
Tagus from the old fort demonstrated the domination that these defences
had over the advancing French troops; indeed, a recent Portuguese
Military Engineering Study found little fault with the siting and
construction of the sites selected by Wellington using toady’s
military templates.
The following day after camping in the grounds of a Nunnery, the
Club visited the battle site of Badajoz. Coupled with Ciudad Rodrigo
to the North, these two fortified towns dominated the main routes
into Spain and as such had to be taken before any sustained advance
from Portugal could take place. By far the bloodiest siege of the
whole campaign, the battle for Badajoz took a great toll on the British
and had a lasting effect on Wellington and his approach to sieges
– it could be argued that he held back at Burgos because of
his experiences at Badajoz. The Club gained access to the Fort San
Cristobal which overlooked the main town from the North. Only the
Castle remains now of what was once a very impressive and well defended
town. The British lost over 4,500 men over the month long siege, over
3,700 of them in the storming alone, a high proportion being among
officers and NCOs, losses which Wellington could ill afford. As with
many battles during this era, a period of looting and drunken debauchery
followed and at Badajoz, perhaps due to the scale of the slaughter,
this ensued for two days in a way as yet unseen. Indeed there were
occasions where officers and NCOs in attempting to calm the situation,
were set upon by their very own soldiers and killed. As William Surtees
(Quartermaster) put it ‘...scenes were witnessed in the streets
as baffle description’. One light note emanating from the battle
was that of a young officer by the name of Smith (later Sir Harry
Smith, Governor of the Cape Colony), who rescued a young girl from
the plunder, later married her and named Ladysmith (South Africa)
in her honour. Of the two sites, Ciudad Rodrigo is by far the more
interesting and picturesque; however Badajoz is definitely the more
impressive site and gives a better impression of the hardships undergone
by the forces at the time.
After an impressive ride over the hills to the North of Madrid, the
Club camped south of Vitoria prior to the last leg of the Tour before
entering France on the route home. Sadly the weather deteriorated
and on the morning of the proposed tour of the Vitoria site the weather
had closed in to the extent that visibility was so short as to make
the tour of the site unfeasible and so the Club moved on over the
Pyrenees and into France. On arrival in the land of snails and garlic,
the standard of driving displayed by the local populace decreased
markedly; during the previous week not one accident had been witnessed
in either Spain or Portugal, and yet in France the Club witnessed
two fatal accidents of some spectacle within the first day –
one on a straight road! That said the Club was buoyed by an excellent
ride over the Pyrenees and eager to get at the miles between there,
Calais and ultimately home.
The poor weather experienced in France necessitated that even the
most hardened IRON HORSE veterans took to motels for two nights to
dry off kit and recuperate from the appalling conditions. Thankfully
on passing Paris the sun decided to shine again, but not after the
Club experienced three days of non-stop Gallic downpours.