Day 20: Le Veurdre to Sancoins

Walking in France: Going to breakfast at l’Hôtel du Pont Neuf

Hurrying to breakfast at l’Hôtel du Pont Neuf

Monday, 9 July 2018
Distance 14 km
Duration 2 hours 50 minutes
Ascent 50 m, descent 36 m

With some alacrity we rose and packed, eager to start on our breakfast at the hotel.

None of our fellow campers showed signs of life, but as we walked out the young cyclists started to emerge from their canvas bunker.

We were the first to arrive in the breakfast room and I explained to the large blonde woman in attendance that we had spoken to the patron last night.

She asked politely whether we were Dutch, and on hearing that we were Australian she immediately reverted from French to English (in fact she was English herself).

Walking in France: The breakfast room of the hotel

The breakfast room of the hotel

While we worked our way through the offerings – coffee, bread, croissants, butter, ham, eggs, cheese and jam – she told us about the difficulties of moving to France, which they had done about ten years ago.

The paperwork had been monumental and they had had to pass a French language test, then be self-employed for the first two years before getting any benefits from the state.

Walking in France: The start of breakfast

The start of breakfast


However she said it was better than staying in England, which in her opinion was full.

It was a wonderful start to a short day’s walking, and as we left we said goodbye to the English couple that we had chatted with last night, who were just coming down for breakfast, presumably before being whisked back to Bourges by taxi.

Walking in France: Arriving in Château-sur-Allier

Arriving in Château-sur-Allier

Full of energy, we strode off along the road and up to the tiny village of Château-sur-Allier, which was little more than a few houses pressing around a church, with no sign of a château.

Then there was a steep, grassy lane through a patch of dense woodland and two or three kilometres along a small road before we got to the château itself.

Walking in France: On the GR300 (again), heading for the château of Château-sur-Allier

On the GR300 (again), heading for the château of Château-sur-Allier


We glimpsed it through the trees, but it was comprehensively barricaded by a high wire fence, and as we emerged onto the main road, the barricade continued.

We were passing through a tall deciduous forest, and could see a bridle path on the other side of the fence, but could not reach it.

We had to walk on the road, which was unrelentingly straight, for almost an hour, until the fence turned away and we felt less like frustrated asylum-seekers.

We continued along what was now a pleasantly meandering country road until the first houses of Sancoins appeared, and we arrived at the main square, presided over by a tall church and lined with shops, bars and hotels.

This was where we joined the Canal de Berry for the first time this year, and our initial plan had been to have refreshments here and then keep going along the canal to la Guerche-sur-l’Aubois for the night.

Walking in France: On the straight, fenced road, to Sancoins

On the straight fenced road to Sancoins

This village had the advantage of a camping ground, but the disadvantage of an uncertain evening meal, and we had decided that we would be better off to stay in a hotel in Sancoins and make up the distance the following day, ending up at the same destination (Nevers).

Also it was very hot by then, not the weather for comfort-loving people like ourselves to be out walking.

On a previous walk (the Way of Vézelay) we had spent a delightful night in the hotel St-Joseph, looking directly across the square at the church, so we went there and were given a room for the countrified price of €54.

Walking in France: Dinner in the garden of our hotel, just below our window

Dinner in the garden of our hotel, just below our window

This time we did not have a view of the church, but of the beautiful side garden of the hotel, with its white umbrellas under the trees.

After showers in the palatial bathroom, we spent a lazy afternoon watching TV and sleeping – the Tour de France was on and it had a soporific effect.

Later we walked around the streets looking for restaurants, which were surprisingly few, and visiting all the bars to ask what time they opened in the morning.

Walking in France: A shared salad to start our dinner

A shared salad to start our dinner


We needed an early start, as we had a long way to go to Nevers. It turned out that the bar of our own hotel was the best, opening at 7:15 am, but even that was not early enough for us. On the other hand the menu at our hotel looked good.

Dinner was being served in the garden on this warm evening, whereas last time we were here it was rainy, and we ate in the lovely old dining room, with its chandeliers and mirrors.

Several tables under the trees were already occupied when we arrived.

Walking in France: And two excellent steacks au grill for mains

And two excellent steacks au grill for mains


We began traditionally with a shared salad adorned with ham and egg, helped along by bread and red wine.

For the main course, we asked the waitress about a dish called “steack au grill”, which was suspiciously cheap compared to the other dishes, to which she replied blandly that it was a piece of beef.

We decided to risk it and it turned out delicious. Keith even went so far as to pronounce it the best steak he had eaten so far in France (and he had eaten a lot).

Included with the steak were a bowl of beans and a salad.

Walking in France: Two very contented diners at the end of their meal

Two contented diners at the end of their meal


A woman who was eating alone near us spoke to us in slow English, offering to take a photo of us “all the two”, a charmingly direct translation of “tous les deux”.

When we retired to our room, the murmur of voices under our wide-open window continued as we drifted into asleep.