If you’re looking for a place to stay on the Somme, No.fifty6 B&B is perfectly positioned at the epicenter of the battlefield in the now quiet village of La Boisselle in Picardy, France.
Each room offers stunning views over French countryside and historical landmarks including Ovillers Military Cemetery, Thiepval Memorial to the Missing of The Somme, the 34th Division Memorial and the only surviving mine crater at Lochnagar.
For those visiting to commemorate the lives lost in World War 1, you’ll find many military memorials and places of historical interest on our doorstep:
- Beaumont Hamel Newfoundland Memorial Park
- Delville Wood South African memorial
- Villers Bretonneux Australian memorial with its Anzac day dawn service
- Thiepval memorial to the missing of the Somme (the largest Commonwealth memorial in the world)
- The Mametz Welsh dragon memorial
- The Glory Hole
- Musee Somme Albert
The picturesque town of Albert is just a 5 minute drive away and boasts a wealth of bars, cafes and restaurants as well as the magnificent Basilica with golden Madonna and child atop its dome.
For a pleasant day trip, the towns of Amiens, Arras, Lille, Paris and the Reims champagne region are within easy reach of our guesthouse.
For directions, please visit our contact us page.
GPS coordinates of No.fifty6 are: 50.025905, 2.693480
31st October 2019
Mary Borden – Sonnets to A Solider:
No, no! There is some sinister mistake.
You cannot love me now. I am no more
A thing to touch, a pleasant thing to take
Into one’s arms. How can a man adore
A woman with black blood upon her face,
A cap of horror on her pallid head,
Mirrors of madness in the sunken place
Of eyes; hands dripping with the slimy dead?
103 years ago, The Somme battle raged on for the 4th month. Mary Borden was running a field hospital close to the Somme Front. A young British officer turned up at Mary’s hospital, a make-shift collection of huts and tents. The officer was accompanied by his dog Rex, and was looking for a lost company of soldiers. Mary described their first meeting: ‘My apron is stained with mud and blood; I am too tired to take it off. My feet are burning lumps as I hobble to open the door. A young officer stands there. He too is splattered with mud; his face is haggard. He introduces himself. He is Captain Spears of the XIth Hussars…’ It was the beginning of a great and enduring love story.
This October there is peace, though the wind has been blowing and though some days are sunny and mild, others see endless rain. The landscape sometimes brooding, sometimes benign. Capricious but beautiful.