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Discover the Poitevin Marsh in a different way.
Whether by foot, by bike, in a punt… safely lose yourself in the heart of the marshland.
A 3-day getaway tested by Pierre, a lover of getaway and landscapes.
Starting from the Niort train station, I take the bus – line T – to Coulon in just 20 minutes.
I rent a bike and within a few pedal strokes, I get to the guesthouse.
“I enter the marshlands on a marked circuit.
Cows in meadows bordered with small canals, poplars and ash trees…
Some of the passages span the duckweed carpet.”
“I arrive at the Vanneau harbour with its bridge leading to the gardens.
No mistake is allowed if you want to cross the bridge by tractor.”
“I enjoy explanations from a guide about inland waterway, eel fishery and the interior of a marshland house.
I will now be able to draw a line between ditches, canals and channels.”
“I ride down South through the marshlands of Magné. After a halt in a beautiful priory in Amuré, I decide to shorten my trip and have lunch in Saint-Georges-de-Rex.”
“After lunch, I arrive in Sainte-Sabine at the guesthouse I have reserved for the night.
I hop on my bicycle to go around between Arçais and Saint-Hilaire-la-Palud.
I find the magic of the wet marshes, the green light and poplar groves where cows graze.”
“In Arçais, I stop by the harbour to look at the strange wooden cranes that allow the unload of goods, and the houses hidden behind the greenery.”
“It is 8AM, we circulate in the morning silence, light is transparent, and trees form a hedge with stocky forms.”
“I hop on my bike again and ride to Mazeau. I meet a couple of fishermen.”
“I follow the towpath of the Sèvre river and its small bridges spanning the canals. I take this opportunity to admire the façades of houses bordering the water.”
“After I arrive just in time to give my bike back, I have a quick lunch, then I take the bus that brings me back to Niort train stations.
I am still amazed by the beauty of the “Emerald Forest” of the Poitevin Marsh.”