Eyes wide open in Lincolnshire
It was a Spring jaunt to Lincolnshire, a week of re-acquainting selves with faces and places from a long ago past…
Who cannot be stirred by the sight of the vast Lincoln Cathedral presiding high above the city?
Stand in front of the enormous West Front,
contemplate the skill and dedication of those who more than nine hundred years ago began this building. Inside, far removed from the city’s hubbub, in the gloom at dusk, hear just the murmur of Evensong and gaze at the fine-arched ceiling
and intricate stone carving.
and this dress shop.
Some rely on significant locally kept artefacts
and some use words
to attract attention to their window displays.
There is no charge for window browsing – and there were no great purchases. Someone drooled here
while someone else tried fruitlessly to acquire a non-spill teapot in appropriate size and shade. In these parts some folk use teapots as lampshades
– or lampbases.
More curiously, it would seem that some people are inclined to do odd things with their teabags
(read the notice mounted above all three toilets in the rented cottage).
but lumps and humps north and east on the Wolds.
It’s good walking territory in Lincolnshire and signs mark the Viking Way
(which runs 147 miles from the Humber Bridge to Oakham in Rutland).
steam clouds indicate the location of power stations.
Could another book or saucer have been squeezed into the Knick Knacks shop?
A starfish lay on the sand,
beach huts line the sea wall.
There, attached to the Lion Pillar, a stark memory is recalled.
And an hour later there was tea at the home of a then ten year old evacuee. Her family’s house inundated by the sea, she and her small sister were dispatched to a London aunt, still in their Saturday party dresses, the sister minus her shoes.
of a Vulcan beside Waddington’s perimeter fence,
and of the Red Arrows daily practising for their 2014 display season
provided nostalgia and joy in equal measure!