
April 2026. Wragby. Lincolnshire.
You’ll remember my brave but doomed attempt to get to Wragby by bus last week ?
Well, I tried again. A man who is tired of East Lindsey district has already been once. Actually, that’s not fair; Skegness, Louth and the Wolds, who could want more ?

OK, the A158 is a bit featureless, but there’s places called Goltho and Strubby which make up for that.
I asked my old mate ChatGPT for Wragby highlights, and it had to admit this town of only 1,861 souls was basically a stopping point between Lincoln and Skeggy, whether for the ill-fated Number 56,

of the bikers on their way to a rockin’ night in Mablethorpe.

WOW ! It’s all happening in Wragby,

most of it aquatic and wargaming.
It’s a pretty little place though,

almshouses and bungalows, windmills and Easter decorations.

If you’ve ever been to Patrington you’ll know what to expect.


The parish church is shut,

but the sign on the door tells you all you need to know.

I’d been once before, the Ivy apparently still offering Bass,

while the Turnor Arms (RIP) is now nothing but a cute sign.

So I did the new Guide pub (patience) and succumbed to the chippy, partly because of its cute sign.

Chat GPT reported mixed reviews, but for a bargain £9.30 (that’s under a tenner, math fans) Wragby Fish Bar delivered an NF&CSS 4 haddock and chips, huge fleshy fish the highlight.

Nothing much beats fish and chips on a revolving chair with a view of bikers and a Bass pub through net curtains.
Oh boy, I must get breakfast.
I got fish and chips recently in a Yorkshire pub. I couldn’t eat the chips, they were the colour of Guinness.
When I complained, nearby diners went rigid. It appears that it’s impossible in that part of Yorkshire for chips to be overcooked, where the myth persists that “soggy chips are caused by the fat not being hot enough” (in fact they’re caused by it being too hot, leading to chips which are burnt on the outside and wet, raw even, on the inside.)
No one should be allowed to avoid physics at school. (In better countries they’re not.)
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I thought the important thing in Yorkshire is that chips MUST be fried in beef dripping.
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