Lincoln and Aunties

Lincoln

It appeared that we would have a quiet day with not too much planned. How wrong we were! A quiet brekkie with simple fare on offer - toast, yoghurts, cereals etc. Then we set off to walk across town to meet her Aunt Jean. Keep in mind that Lincoln is not as flat as Shepparton and we discovered that four klms is much further here than there.

Jean and Poss share memories and pictures.

We eventually reached Aunty Jean's house after buying a useless map and consulting a useless shopkeeper! Thank goodness for a well informed Council worker.

We so enjoyed our time with Jean who fondly recalled the visit last year of Brigid(Bid), Robyn and Lauren. She was so interested in all that they were up to and sad to hear of Robyn's Mum's passing. After several hours chatting and tea we bade our farewells with hugs and kisses and great mutual fondness. As we walked back along Monk St. we looked up the hillside and picked out Jean's bungalow... and at the window was Jean waving strongly in recognition and return of our own waving arms! Such a touching and memorable moment. We walked back through Lincoln's beautiful gardens to the cathedral and a pork pie lunch on the lawns.

We then decided to travel about 17 miles to try catching up with Aunty Beverley (one of Pop's aunts)at the little country village of Marston. The road was through rural farming land that was being harvested for wheat and silage. Tractors swung around bends with alarming speed and yet apparent immunity from accidents. We visited Uncle Tom's grave and called at the local store which surprisingly doubled as the local pub or actually vice versa. Yes they were well acquainted with Beverley but suggested we buy a cake to take with us on the visit. Alas we rang the bell and waited for a response in vain.

Tom's grave in Marston.

Part from the hill upon which Lincoln cathedral and castle are built the surrounding countryside is flat just like around Shepparton.

When we arrived back in town we had trouble getting the car back up the incredibly tight driveway of the BandB. Eventually we had to drive around the block and approach it from the opposite end of the lane(I won't call it a road ). Little did we know that some civilly upright citizens had reported us to the Police for driving the last fiftymetres of said lane the wrong way!!! When we returned to our accommodation after a delightful Spanish dinner our host informed us that the Police from the adjoining station had called seeking the driver of the offending vehicle. Sense prevailed with no further action necessary on their part or ours. 

Let's hope that is the only brush we have with the law this trip!

Off to Cheshire and Paul's place of origin tomorrow so a blog may be light on if at all.

You are all very much in our thoughts and prayers.

Poss and Pop