RUNNING UP THAT HILL – A LINCOLN LOLLOP

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… Continue reading RUNNING UP THAT HILL – A LINCOLN LOLLOP

MICRO PUBS & SWINGING LEGS IN BURTON UPON TRENT

  From the birthplace of Bass to its spiritual home. Shamefully, this was our first trip to Burton since I started this blog in 2015, and it’s been prompted by a rather seismic, some would say heretical, event. The new Beer Guide has lost the Coopers* (of which more later) and the Elms, and gained… Continue reading MICRO PUBS & SWINGING LEGS IN BURTON UPON TRENT