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 villages. Yesterday we headed south, through Normanby by Spital (pronounced Normby Spital 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 year. 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. We headed north to Waddingham and sat outside the pretty church to take a short break. The wind must have been behind us coming home because I managed to hurtle up the hill without any help from Frogs A-Courtin.
|St Mary and St Peter's Church, Waddingham|