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Sun Sept 28. Brouay-la-Buissière. 24.7km.

 I’m now in a landscape of bricks. Here is the farmyard of the house I stayed in last night - the milk truck had to take two runs to back in to the yard.

Fancy brickwork quite typical of houses in this region.


The Via Francigena today ran through a wood, which would have been pleasant except there were hunters in a nearby field, a sign which said there were ‘pièges’ (traps) around, and the following sign at the entrance to the woods.

When the path split up without any signage in the woods, I braved the brambles and made an undignified exit onto a road. Then Google Maps surpassed itself, as I followed it for half a day, routing me on quiet roads and pedestrian paths to my destination.

A rich vein of coal ran through this area, and coal mining went on for three centuries; the last load of coal was hauled up in 1990.  Mining left conical waste piles called “terrils”, and information signs wax quite lyrical over their benefits: plants can grow free of agricultural chemicals on them and parks can be built around them!


In Brouay-la-Buissière an 1856 company housing complex for miners and their families has been turned into a pleasant arts centre.


Later examples of housing for the miners - still very much lived in.  


Our suburbs of rows of identical houses aren’t a new invention.

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