March 2025. Marton. Lincolnshire. Right, some inroads made into East Yorkshire, time to head back to tricky Lincolnshire, perhaps BRAPA’s favourite county. Marton, which keeps autocorrecting to the more famous “Martin” (there’s one of those south of Lincoln) feels tiny, because it is. 747 souls straggled along the A156, with a wobbly church, a post… Continue reading “Living Next Door To Alice”. “Alice?”