There were several reasons for us spending a couple of days in Lincoln on our way down to Aldeburgh. First of all it is my home city and I do love to go back. We always stay at The White Hart Hotel, which is within sight and sound of Lincoln Cathedral. As I went to the High School, which in those far-off days was situated very close to the cathedral, it is all familiar territory.
Secondly, it is three hundred miles from here to Aldeburgh and I - rightly as it happened - judged it was too far for the farmer to drive in one day.
Thirdly it enables me to see some old friends - I still have a few down there and meeting up with them this year was lovely
Fourthly - and such an exciting reason - the Magna Carta is on show in Lincoln Castle and we were able to see it. Signed of course by King John at Runnymede in 1215, Lincoln Cathedral has one of only four remaining copies. It was in amazing condition - the "ink" was sheep's gall, pale brown but still, after all this time, eminently readable (if you could read Latin of course.) The writing, done with a quill pen, was incredibly neat - a little work of art really. And part of the seal made of beeswax and resin still survives on Lincoln's copy.
I love wandering round Lincoln Castle. It was a lovely day, so we wandered together and then I sat in the sun while the farmer walked the ramparts. He doesn't like heights but, camera at the ready, I managed to catch a distant view of him.
One other thing - as a child my bedroom window looked over Greetwell Church, not all that far away, maybe a mile and a half, but separated by the River Witham. I had always wanted to go and have a look at it and as we passed it on our way to see our friends we called - a beautiful building, parts of it dating back to the eleventh century. Sadly it was locked (a sign of the times I suspect as it is in a very isolated place) but just standing outside was enough and really added a lot to the day.