More Autumn loveliness before the floods.
You know where Lincoln is, I’m sure. In fact it’s locally known as “28.6 miles from Scunthorpe“.
Better to show you the close-up. It all happens north of the station.
Still one of the iconic views up Broadgate.
Not much street art on view, though there is a fading memory of the time Michael stopped in Lincoln for a pint of Bass in the Morning Star.
Next to Primark some state-sponsored art pieces were taking shape.
My first visit to Lincoln for 3 years apparently, which is extraordinary.
The Green Dragon still stands forlorn, waiting for a Sam Smiths style benefactor.
The big news in town is the marvellous redevelopment of the Cornhill Quarter near the transport hub. You can now get exotica like a “long black” and a “salted caramel brownie” without having to catch a bus to Market Rasen.
Frankly you can “do” Lincoln simply by walking straight up High Street and the Strait towards the Cathedral, diverting to peer down alleys on the way.
I don’t think Lincoln gets the visitors it deserves, probably because it’s in Lincolnshire. A redrawing of county boundaries to place it in North Yorkshire would solve that problem.
Or they could tackle that hill.
Honestly, you’d think folks younger than me had never walked up a little hill before. #SoftBritain
At the top, I see Sir Humphrey has installed a cannon to repel people using mobile phones from his marvellous pub.
The majestic cathedral is getting a refurb, Brunning & Price style no doubt. But it was the £8 admission charge that made me limit myself to the external shot.
BeerHeadZ, almost as old as the cathedral, doesn’t open till 1pm (why ?) so I took in some more north Lincoln marvels.
Five points for identifying this classic.
I’m ambivalent about BeerHeadZ. The staff are good, the beer is decent, but they’re either empty of full of belching beer tickers.
I guess these pics won’t have the Proper Pub brigade heading for their train timetables. It’s impossible to travel west to east in this country anyway.
In its defence, lovely young chap, “Pour Some Sugar On Me” from a Mudgie-friendly soundtrack, and the North Riding Simcoe was a rich and foamy 3.5. So there.
Nice beer pic for the beer bores too.