Day 30: Hérisson to Vallon-en-Sully

Friday, 14 July 2017
Distance 13 km
Duration 2 hours 35 minutes
Ascent 75 m, descent 83 m
Map 141 of the TOP 100 lime-green series or
Map 140 of the TOP 100 lime-green series

Walking in France: Breakfast in the playground, Hérisson

Breakfast in the playground, Hérisson

It was Bastille Day, a public holiday, and we had discovered last night that le Médiéval would not open until late in the morning, too late for us.

The only other bar that we had seen was the fly-blown hovel near the bridge, so we decided not to come back into Hérisson at all, but to walk straight to Vallon-en-Sully and have a second breakfast there.

That was about half way to our destination for the day, a glamorous sounding camping ground 13 km further on.

To give us strength for the march, we first had some muesli (an unusual occurrence for us these days), sitting on a playground bench at the end of the camping ground.

Walking in France: Hérisson from the footbridge

Hérisson from the footbridge

Then we crossed the footbridge, from which vantage point the riverside houses were mirrored in the perfect stillness of the river, and walked along the road, past the camping ground that we had just left, past the broken-down mill and pigeonnier, and out into the countryside.

Walking in France: Hérisson's camping ground

The camping ground


We stayed on the road as it curved around a high spur close to the river, and later followed the base of a steep rise, so that we hardly climbed or descended at all.

The river flats extended on our left like a luxurious green carpet, with occasional herds of cows munching away industriously.

After about six kilometres we joined another road, the D110, and parted company with the Aumance, which was heading north to contribute its waters to the Cher.

Walking in France: Hérisson's broken-down mill and pigeonnier

The broken-down mill and pigeonnier


After surmounting a low, wooded ridge, the D110 shot like an arrow through the fields and hit a bigger road, which took us through the modest outlying houses of the village of Vallon-en-Sully and eventually to the bridge over the Cher, a smart white concrete coat hanger spanning the motionless river.

Despite the fact that it had been an easy walk of only 13 km, I felt exhausted, and was happy to see a thriving bar-brasserie standing by itself in front of us.

We had been to Vallon five years earlier, while following the Canal de Berry, and remembered this bar, but we had not been confident that it would still be in operation.

Walking in France: Le Sull'ys, Vallon-en-Sully

Le Sull’ys (or Sully’s), Vallon-en-Sully

Before sitting down, we went into the village proper for pastries, a detour that involved crossing both the canal and the railway line.

The main street, rising towards the church, had seen better days, with many shops boarded up, but of course there was still a boulangerie.

Although it was only 9:30 am, the shelves were almost empty, and we pounced on the last four croissants in the shop.


Walking in France: Second breakfast next to the Canal de Berry

Second breakfast next to the Canal de Berry

Returning to the bar with our purchases, we settled down to do what we do best – sitting in front of steaming coffee cups and watching the world go by.

The bar was called le Sullys, and the name had been rendered more exotic by the introduction of an English apostrophe, the only doubtful thing being the position of that apostrophe.

In due course we started off again. I felt lethargic, but hoped that I would find some energy as we went along. At the level crossing, we remembered that one of our favourite towns, St-Amand-Montrond, was just a few minutes by train to the north (or a day’s walk, as we knew from experience).

A tempting idea crept into our joint mind. We had been walking continuously for a month now, and a couple of days of lazing in a comfortable, familiar place sounded wonderful.

Obviously, if we did that we would not be able to reach our final destination of Poitiers, but that would not be all bad, because there were a couple of days in our future itinerary that threatened to be pretty gruelling – over 30 km long and devoid of refreshments.


Our new target would be la Châtre, a fine little town that we had been to before, on the Way of Vézelay. Attached to the wall outside the station was a timetable, and we were terribly disappointed to see that there would be no more trains until late tomorrow. Nevertheless we decided to stay at Vallon for the night. Just as we were walking away, the level crossing bells began to ring, the barriers came down, and a train arrived.

Walking in France: The spacious Vallon-en-Sully camping ground

The spacious Vallon-en-Sully camping ground

Amazed, we rushed back and this time we went inside and asked the station master. It turned out that the timetable outside was a relic of the past, and actually there were plenty of trains, so we booked for tomorrow and emerged well pleased with ourselves.

It was a pleasant walk of about a kilometre along the Canal de Berry to get to the camping ground.

This canal, opened in 1839, was built to a narrower width than other French canals because of a shortage of water to supply the locks, which meant that barges from other canals could not use it.

Traffic declined and it was officially closed in 1955, but it remains a popular feature of the area, especially for cyclists and walkers. On a sign we saw a poignant old photograph, taken at this exact spot, of a family walking along the towpath, with their packhorses pulling a barge.

Walking in France: Ready for dinner at le Sully's, Vallon-en-Sully

Ready for dinner at le Sully’s

The camping ground itself was as we remembered it – a wide green field stretching between the canal and the river, dotted with enormous trees.

There were no fixed emplacements, just tents and campervans scattered randomly about.

The ablutions block was high on the levee bank, evidently because the field was prone to flooding, and we had the pleasure of hot showers and clean clothes before stretching out for our afternoon rest.

The thought of tomorrow’s little holiday from our walking routine gave us an edge of happy excitement.

Walking in France: Smoked salmon and salad for entrées

Smoked salmon and salad for entrées

Back at the brasserie at 8 pm, we were lucky to get the last outdoor table, as the place was quite full.

The menu was a fixed three courses for €17. The first course was salad with smoked salmon, which we wolfed down with the help of much bread and wine.

Walking in France: Followed by faux filet with green peppercorn sauce and sautéed potatoes

Followed by faux filet with green peppercorn sauce and sautéed potatoes


Then we moved on to steak (the variety known as faux filet), smothered in green peppercorn sauce and accompanied by a pile of rich sautéed potatoes.

Walking in France: And assorted ice creams, or coffee, to finish a fine meal

And assorted ice creams, or coffee, to finish a fine meal


That really started to satisfy our appetites, but there was still dessert to come. Keith chose a glass of assorted ice creams, but I managed to exchange my dessert for a coffee, so we were both happy.