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The very
first time I ever visited Blye,
it was by accident. I had taken
the wrong turning by the old
railway halt in Chatillon, and cycled up
along the top of the meadows and
through the forest, climbing
steadily in the heavy heat of
midday. I came out into a
landscape of rounded hills with
wooded crowns. It was a bit like
Derbyshire without the tourists -
but with sunshine. It was at this
point that I knew I had come the
wrong way, for I had imagined
myself heading for the valley
floor at Lac de Chalain. Instead,
I found myself in this remote,
entirely agricultural village. It
was a Sunday, and several
families were gathered for dinner
in the forecourt of one of the
farms. They waved as I cycled by. Continuing the
illusion of Derbyshire, the
stone-built church is set in a
sloping grassy graveyard
overlooking the valley. The tower
is imposing, but the church
beyond is small and aisleless,
and of great interest.
Unfortunately, as at Fontenu and Charcier, although the doors
are open and you can go inside,
the grill across the west end of
the nave is kept locked. Still,
you can see all there is to be
seen.
The enthusiastic
reordering of the sanctuary that
you find so often in France has
been less complete here, and the
post-Vatican II wooden altar
appears temporary, and quite out
of place. Behind, the gilding and
colours that offset the statues
and reredos are as uncompromising
as ever. The wooden panelling
appears 18th century, but I
thought that the whole thing had
been restored quite recently.
Ornate side altars are crammed in
on both sides (there are no
transepts here) and the rood and
chandeliers complete the effect.
There is even a cathedral-style
pulpit looming over the modern
benches.
What appears an 18th
century shell font at the west
end, like the one at Saffloz, is actually a holy
water stoup; as elsewhere in the
area, the font is set in the
north wall. But the most
interesting thing here has been
placed in a window embrasure on
the south side.
It is a memorial
inscription of 1564 that recalls
the establishment of a chantry
here in 1400. At first, the dates
make it seem entirely alien to
English eyes, either side as they
are of the great Reformation
divide. It begins: Anno 1400
le 4 jour de mars noble s[ieur]
hu[m]bert nicolet et damoisele
p[er]renete de binanc sa fe[m]me
fondare[n]t en ceste egl[is]e une
messe de requiem
solemneleme[n]t... ('in the
year 1400 on the 4th day of March
the noble Lord Nicolet Humbert
and his wife Lady Perrin of
Binanc founded in this church a
solemn requiem Mass...') The
Humberts and the Perrins are
families you come across again
and again in this area - they
fill the graveyard at Fontenu.
The inscription
continues by detailing the form
the requiem should take, when it
should be celebrated, and how it
will be paid for. At the bottom,
it is recorded that the priest
Anathoile Barbier a faict faire
le p[rese]nt tableau et pouser le
5 de Mars 1564.
I have grown very
fond of this village, which bears
a great deal of exploring. One of
the roads is called Rue de la
Chapel, and it leads out of the
village on the way to Vevry. About a half a
mile along the lane is a flat
rectangle of ground on the edge
of a field, about 10m by 6m. A
19th century cross stands on it,
and the fields behind are called
dsvsvvsvvsv. Another curiosity is
a sign towards Pont de Poitte that reads 'centre
de bhouddisme'.
I know my way around
now, but my first visit here had
come at the end of a 30 mile
climbing ride on what was, as I
say, a hot day. I looked for the
quickest way of getting back to
Marigny that I could find, and
was please to discover on the map
that there appeared to be a
bridge over the Ain river just
below the village. I hauled my
bike down a lane that became
increasingly rutted, and then
along the edge of a field for a
mile or two.
I had not examined
the map in great detail, but was
surprised that the way was so
difficult to a bridge that
appeared so big. It was only when
I got there that I found it was
not a bridge at all, but a
hydro-electric dam with no
access. It was in a rather
dispirited mood that I pushed my
bike all the way up to the
village, and the long road back
to the valley.
Notre Dame de
l'Assomption, Blye, is in the
middle of the village on the D151
about halfway between Chatillon
and Pont de Poitte. Be aware that
there is no crossing of the Ain
river here. The church is open,
but the grill into the nave is
locked.
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