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 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
- 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
30th September 2020
Last week we were walking on the beach at the Somme coast in 27 degrees then 2 days later the thermometer plunged to 11 degrees and wet and windy weather. At month end it has settled to a drizzly but mild , certainly autumnal weather front. So, the landscape is changing, softening. Leaves changing colour. Fields once plump with crop have given up their treasure to feed a nation, but never empty as ploughing and reseeding continue the cycle of agriculture. The light is more golden, there have been some dramatic skies and sunsets. Autumn has its own soft beauty. And we love it.
It brings to mind this poem by Ernest Rhys written in 1918 – The Leaf Burners, which ends:
Much I thought then
of men that went forth,
Or dropt like the leaves,
to die and to live;
While the leaf burners
with their long brooms
Drew them together
on the day of their death.
I wondered at that,
walking the fell —
Feeling the wind
that wafted the leaves
And set their souls
free of the smoke,
Free of the dead,
speeding the flame
To spire on the air —
a spark that should spring
In me, man of men;
last of the leaves.
With quarantine in place for UK visitors returning home from France, borders closed in Australia, Canada and New Zealand, we have had no guests this month. It is hard, we miss everyone, but nevertheless we keep busy and there has been plenty to keep us occupied this September.