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castle ramparts

It’s not easy writing a blog surrounded by family and dog.

This morning we visited Lincoln castle and walked the ramparts.  The castle dates back to William the Conquerer and the medieval wall walk offers fantastic views across the city and surrounding countryside.  Inside the walls there is a Victorian prison, it was only occupied between 1848 and1878 and is now just a tourist attraction.  (Has anyone fed the dog?)

couldn't resist the children's jigsaw

Lincoln prison

The prison chapel fascinated me. Every Sunday prisoners had to listen to the Chaplain’s sermon. They were individually segregated in upright stalls and all they could see was the Chaplain preaching from the pulpit.  (Do you want to try this beer Mum, I bought it for Kat? It’s called the Lazy Cow.)

prison chapel

At midday we headed down the steep cobbled street to have lunch at the Jew’s House Restaurant.  This 12^th century stone building is extremely old, one of the earliest existing town houses in England.  (What’s for tea tonight? Is there any ham left?)

The dining room was small and intimate and they clearly pride themselves on service.  Our young waitress looked like a ballerina moving about the tables with a practised ease, pouring wine and serving dishes with one hand held behind her back.  The food was excellent, although my wood pigeon starter was so rare it could have just fallen out of the tree. (Haven’t you finished writing your blog yet?  Are we going to the pub tomorrow?)