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.

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).

Look to the west: as the sun lowers over the Trent Valley

steam clouds indicate the location of power stations.

Down south at Boston the Stump dominates the skies.

There’s a fine West Door and a mighty tower...

Was it a cow, a bull

– or just a picture in the market-place? Tempted by fruit

or sprouts...?

The Grand Sluice lock enables passage to the north onto the River Witham, south onto the tide and to the Wash.

Will Cleddau and Tentatrice pass this way in a few months’ time?  From this South Lincolnshire town Puritan pilgrims set sail,

 

seeking freedom in the New World.

 

Over to the coast, to Sutton-on-Sea. A boat at last..

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.

For folk reunited by a Forces past, sightings of Lancaster memorabilia in the Dambusters Inn at Scampton,

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!

A perfect heart drawn in the sky

– its memory revives a long-held affection for Lincolnshire...