The first thing I have to say about Lincolnshire is that I have NEVER seen so many snowdrops growing in the countryside! It is true...Lincolnshire IS the snowdrop capital of the world. There were so many snowdrops up there it looked like, well, snow. Amazing!
So, we arrived in Lincolnshire along with the drizzle, which, to be fair, had followed us from Kent. We stopped off in Louth and had a wander and some lunch and another wander. The only downside to Louth was the lack of loo paper in the town's public convenience. Luckily, I am a lady who always travels with a discreet tissue supply 'just in case' so I was okay and not at all inconvenienced by the convenience, and I also got to find out how friendly the local Louth ladies are as we all stood in the loos bemoaning the disgraceful lack of loo roll. In fact, all our interactions with Lincolnshire folk this weekend were very pleasant indeed. I put this down to a slower pace of life, and a lack of road rage that is so prevalent in Kent.
After Louth, we drove out towards the coast - South and North Somercotes and Mablethorpe amongst other places. Reminded me very much of Kent's Romney Marshes, and we half expected to see Magwitch emerge from one of the ditches that criss-crossed the landscape. Especially as we approached the end of a very long and single track road having seen neither car nor human for miles and miles until we arrived at the salt flats, trooped up a dune and just about managed to espy the Humber Estuary. It was the kind of place at which you could run a dog into exhaustion. Sweeping lowlands, impressive expanses of sky and peace.
We made our way to the B & B. Beautiful building set in gorgeous grounds. The room was small but clean and bright, the host most welcoming. There was no heating in the room and I got cold, so went to have a shower to warm myself and ended up having a wrangling match with the shower attachment which made me screech in a very unladylike fashion. Luckily, Sir Andrew of Slimness was on hand to rescue me - he beat the shower into submission and by the time I emerged, all warm and jim-jammed up, had cracked open a box of Maltesers and all was well. The B & B redeemed itself by providing a truly magnificent breakfast this morning and thus replete, we set off...
...into the mist.
Now - we had planned a muchly zig-zaggy route back and forth across a selection of Wold villages in order to assess the lay of the land, as it was.
'This is good, isn't it?' said I, as we crept up hill and down dale, surrounded by mist. Lots of mist. Almost fog. Actual fog. With mist accessories.
'It isn't conducive to us checking out villages, is it?' said Andy.
The sun was trying most valiantly to burn through the mist. It was failing badly. We were squinting just to see where the road was, let along where junctions in roads were that would lead us to delightful Wold villages. But then, the mist lifted and to the right of us, as we left Manby, was...
...Vampire Road! I kid you not! We had to laugh!!
And in and out the villages we weaved...woved...wivered...oh, you know...with me making little notes as we went and trying not to feel nauseous in the process because I am not a very good traveller if I don't watch the road all the time. Some places got ticks, some got crosses and one or two got smiley faces! It was a very socially scientific process, I can tell you.
And so to the City of Lincoln herself. How I fell a little bit in love with Lincoln! I think it was because we arrived as the Cathedral bells were pealing for the 11 o'clock service; they have to be the most beautiful, melodic church bells I have EVER heard (and I have heard some church bells in my life, coming from a family of bells ringers as I do.)
We walked around the Cathedral and with every corner turned the bells took on a different tone and resonance. Those bells were singing! We pottered around the city, the sun was out full beam, it was all very, very delightful.
And then we came home.
It made me want to plant swathes of snowdrops. And I am only marginally concerned about the vampires.