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
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30th November 2023
November, November, where did you go? The month has past by here in a blur of activity.
So, what has been going on this November?
The weather has been wet, wet, wet! The wettest November we can remember for ages. Oh, and not forgetting Storm Ciaran who blew in with a savage intensity. Luckily, no damage here, but the Pas De Calais just north of us has seen some of the worst flooding for a generation. It also blew down some of the large trees in Newfoundland Park. We have had the odd, chilly, blue-sky day thrown in and even our first frosts of the winter. The light has sometimes been exquisite, the rain bringing clouds and rainbows and the mists bringing a surreal, ethereal beauty as we look across our beautiful landscape. Still the farmers toil, the tractors clogged with mud, deep ploughing and reseeding in evidence. Final crops such as sugar beet have been collected. The landscape while the same, changes its quilt for winter, already a green hue from new seedlings.
What poetry has inspired us this month?