Friday, 28 May 2004
Distance 28 km
Duration 6 hours 25 minutes
Ascent 545 m, descent 645 m
Map 3025 OT in the TOP 25 series (Beaune-Chagny)
With practised efficiency we packed up, ate our muesli and were in the village buying bread before
As we crossed the church square, Max and Sue appeared at their hotel window, scantily dressed, and posed for a photo. They did not seem at all sorry that we were leaving without them.
We followed the river Cosanne out of town, admiring the long vegetable plots stretching down from the backs of the houses to the water.
A delightful feature of many of the gardens was a row of flowers amongst the neat green of the crops. Several people were already out working at this most satisfying of summer projects.
When we left the houses we were on the GR7, and before long it climbed laboriously up through a forest to the top of the cliffs, from where we could see the enclosed valley continuing upstream.
At its end is the so-called End of the World (le Bout du Monde, where the river springs out of the rock), but we could not see that far.
Our way took us across the plateau through a pine plantation and out into open fields, where we skirted a large quarry, hidden from view by an embankment. I was driven by curiosity to clamber up, hauling on poppies and buttercups, to look into the immense void.
At the other edge of the plateau the track followed the brink of the cliffs and we could see the vineyards of Baubigny far beneath our feet through the trees.
Then we joined a road that swept us down to Orches, a picturesque hamlet wedged into a corner below the cliff line. In front of the houses an apron of vines, used for making rosé, stretched down towards the valley.
There were no shops of any kind in Orches but a workman pointed the way to Saint-Romain, a much bigger place which was not far away, down through the vines and then along a quiet road. We had hopes of morning coffee there.
Saint-Romain sat under a beetling crag adorned with a Virgin. We were pleased to see a hotel-bar as we came up the main street but as we got nearer we realised it was closed, presumably for its weekly day off, which was odd on a Friday. Undeterred, we made ourselves at home on the terrace and ate some bread, cheese and sausage.
There did not seem to be a tap or fountain anywhere in the town, although Keith walked all around the square. Eventually a small child appeared at the glass hotel door, followed by its mother, who looked none too pleased at the sight of our morning snack spread out on her terrace table, but filled up our water bottles anyway.
Setting off again at 10:30, we left the GR7 and struck out to the east on a wheel track that rose into a forest.
There we met an old man who was bringing his dog for his daily drink at a small quarry, whose waters were particularly rich in something that dogs need.
He had been a truck driver and had never met an Australian in his life. It’s the end of the earth! he declared, perhaps a little rudely. He even tried out a bit of Italian on us in case it was our native tongue.
We parted with handshakes all round, and continued over the top of the rise to a view of Volnay and Pommard below in their quilt of vines.
The GR76 took us by a small farm road straight to the Bar du Pont of happy memory. It was lunch time, although we only had coffee.
All around us snails were being prised out of their shells with silver forceps, ringed fingers were raising glasses of the region’s finest and necklaces sparkled on seventy-year-old cleavages. The sun shone and it was all delightful.
The walk into Beaune was short, on a dusty little road parallel to the main one, with the vines on the other side protected like convent girls by a high wall.
We marched into the Place Carnot in Beaune at 1:45, to the astonishment of Sue who was sitting there waiting for Max to come back with a sandwich. They had only arrived half an hour before.
And so ended our walking tour of Burgundy.