Day 7: Brassy to Lormes

Friday, 23 June 2006
Distance 17 km
Duration 3 hours 40 minutes
Ascent 316 m, descent 298 m
Map 28 of the TOP 100 blue series (now superseded)

Walking in France: Breakfast at the camping reception, Brassy

Breakfast at the camping reception, Brassy

Under the happy misconception that Lormes was only 9kms away (that was the number we had seen on a signpost, but it referred to the number of the track, not the distance), we left our tent standing and strolled back to Brassy for a second breakfast of coffee and croissants at the Hotel.

One of the other customers was able to tell us that Australia had qualified for the “huitièmes”, i.e. the main rounds of the World Cup, but more than that he could not say, and the papers had not yet arrived. Nevertheless it gave us a happy feeling as we farewelled our estimable broken-down hostess and took the road for the fourth and last time back to the camping.

One of our fellow campers, the one with a caravan surrounded by flower beds, came over to say she had been asked to collect our money, as we were absent when the municipal officer called in last night. It was the great sum of €6 and we got two Morvan car stickers as well.

Walking in France: Following the yellow PR walking signs on a muddy track in the forest

Following the yellow PR walking signs on a muddy track in the forest

With no map, we placed our trust in the yellow PR signs to get us to Lormes and were not let down.

Passing the Lac de Chaumeçon immediately beyond the camping, we were taken off on tiny roads to plunge into a wild, steep, mossy wood, smelling of fungus and as quiet as a church.

Walking in France: Part of the mossy forest we walked through

Part of the mossy forest we walked through


We came out, after much more than 9kms, at a road junction and discovered we still had 5kms to go.

With slightly less enthusiasm we crossed a plantation of pines, then skirted a large, beautiful pool reflecting the forest that crowded around it. It was artificial, of
course, but no less delightful for that. Shortly afterwards we emerged at the camping area, having seen no sign of the town.

Walking in France: Lormes

Lormes

Since we had no bread and it was almost 12:30, we kept going towards Lormes, on a long, dull, vaguely industrial road, but at last we found a boulangerie that was still open and soon afterwards we were in the centre of the town. In the usual way of French country towns, it was a little gem surrounded by distressing ugliness.

One of its features was a series of stained-glass signs hanging outside shops, indicating the butcher, the bar, the cake shop, the solicitor etc, for those good citizens who could not read. Actually the signs were modern, but quite charming.

Walking in France: The stained-glass sign outside the cake shop

The stained-glass sign outside the cake shop


While were were sitting at our ease outside a bar with our coffee, a ragged fellow came into the square pushing a bike-trailer on which was scrawled “Londres-Barcelone”.

He had just trudged down the highway from Vézelay, as his trailer was no good on walking paths, and he was heading for the camping – we told him how to get there.

Walking in France: The stained-glass sign hanging outside a bar

The stained-glass sign hanging outside a bar


The barman gave us directions to the internet place, but after a lot of chasing about and further enquiring, we gave up and returned to the camping area.

The manager, who looked like a monk, was tending his garden of medicinal plants and proceeded to give us a long talk on the significance of the two bad women, Mary Magdalene and la Samaritaine, to Jesus – Mary Magdalene’s relics being the reason for the fame of Vézelay as a pilgrim site.

This added value presumably accounted for the high price of the camping (€11.40).

Walking in France: Our campsite, Lormes

Our campsite, Lormes

Our campsite was in a grove of trees on the shore of a small lake. The London-to-Barcelona man was already installed there, and we were joined by another lone walker, a young religious pilgrim.

Vézelay is the start of one of the four main pilgrim routes in France, and he was on his way to Compostela.

After lunch, showers and a sleep, we went back to the town and bought the elusive map at last, then hunted about again for the internet place. This time we found it, a kilometre out of town on the road to Vézelay, tacked on to the back of a decaying barn.

It was a startlingly modern, cool, elegant, glass-walled space, a local government project called la Mission Numérique, and it turned out to be free for first-time users. I did point out that we were first- and last-time users, but even so they refused to take any money.

Walking in France: Lunch at our campsite, Lormes

Lunch at our campsite, Lormes

Back in town, we had apéritifs in the main street, studying our new map, from which we discovered that there was nowhere to stay between here and Vézelay. An early start would be called for to make the 27kms before the heat of the afternoon.

For dinner we patronised the Hotel Perrault, a rather grand Logis de France establishment. The dining room, romantically lit by stained glass lamps in the same style as the shop signs, had an air of discreet opulence and was populated by a well-dressed elderly throng.

There were not quite as many of them as we initially thought, as we found out when we caught sight of ourselves at the other end of the room, reflected in a mirror wall.

Walking in France: Back to our tent after dinner

Back to our tent after dinner


Scruffy and incongruous as we were, we still enjoyed our evening with another sort of traveller – it seemed like another age as well. We confined ourselves to one course each, fillet steak for Keith and poulet forestière for me, and ate a lot of bread with it.

When we got back to our tent we found that yet another lone pilgrim had arrived and had settled down between two trees in his sleeping bag, without even a tent. Such is faith.

The night was balmy and we slept with the quiet lapping of the water on one side and low pilgrim snores on the other.

Leaving Lormes

There is a bus (autocar) service from Lormes to Nevers, which has a railway station. From there you can go almost anywhere in France.

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