Some images from my old garden back on the Fen edge in Lincolnshire collected from here and from Instagram. I do miss it.
Some images from my old garden back on the Fen edge in Lincolnshire collected from here and from Instagram. I do miss it.
Some pictures of my old house in Lincolnshire, some I posted on insta and others on here, and some have been languishing on a memory stick in my desk. Can't help regret that the 'project' was never finished. In retrospect it was, perhaps, one of the most integrated periods of my life.
Before I moved west one of the minor projects of this blog was to visit and document all the Medieval parish churches in Stamford. At the time only one remained 'unblogged': St George (if you exclude the remains of St Paul's church which now forms part of the chapel of Stamford School). Whereas the other medieval churches in Stamford are open daily, St George's rarely seems to be open outside service time. I'm tempted to ascribe this to the parish's evangelicalism but I'm not sure that would be an entirely fair assumption.
A hop and a skip from Peterborough by train is Stamford. My last visit was six years ago. As readers may know I lived near by this remarkable town and visited regularly. I shopped there in preference to Peterborough. On this visit it seemed much quieter than I remember it, more like the atmosphere of nearby Oundle or Uppingham.
Stamford is one of the greatest stone-built towns in England, if not the whole UK and I do recommend a visit. If you're a tourist staying in London it is is quite an easy thing to pop-up on the train (NB you will have to change at Peterborough).1 You will be amply rewarded.