Are you mad?
This was the question
that went through people’s minds when Paul and I announced that we were leaving
our beautiful house in south west France and moving back to the UK and to the
county of Lincolnshire.
Before we came
here I had visions of flat fens, cold easterly winds with mist rolling in from
the North Sea and flat fields full of potatoes and turnips but the countryside in North Lincolnshire is a very different story.
For the past two mornings we have gone out early to cycle.
Extensive blue skies and warm sunshine have
really showed the countryside in all its glory.
It has been a real joy cycling the lanes through the pretty
Yesterday we headed south,
through Normanby by Spital (pronounced Normby
by the locals) down to Spridlington, turned eastwards past the
futuristic looking Sky Dock, and then north through the three Toft villages
(Newton-by-Toft, Toft-next-Newton and Newtoft).
The roads were smooth and flat and we managed a good speed, the best this
We cycled past Gibbets Post Farm,
a rather macabre place name but the site of an old gibbet tree. (Gibbeting was
a common form of punishment in Britain up until 1832 when criminals were hung
up to rot in gibbet irons by the roadside as a warning to others.)
|the gibbet tree at Gibbet Post Farm|
Today was a bit breezier.
north to Waddingham and sat outside the pretty church to take a short
The wind must have been behind us
coming home because I managed to hurtle up the hill without any help from Frogs
|St Mary and St Peter's Church, Waddingham|
Our parsley in the herb patch is going bonkers so I picked a big bunch and
mixed it with some basil leaves to make pesto for lunch.
I used salted peanuts instead of pine nuts
because the price of pine nuts is ridiculous - £4.75 for a very small
We ate outside, drinking red
wine with pesto and pasta for lunch.
France seems very far away now.