This is the day we leave Lincolnshire behind – yes!
Starting in New Holland we leave the car opposite the charming community centre, pull on our boots and head once again for the sawmill.

This is the day we leave Lincolnshire behind – yes!
Starting in New Holland we leave the car opposite the charming community centre, pull on our boots and head once again for the sawmill.

As we are based in Grimsby we’ve had a good look round and oh dear………Grimbarians have a lot to put up with. There are apparently a few historic buildings, but the only one we see houses Wetherspoons – the rest of the town centre consists of empty boarded up shops and unloved public space. I had previously surmised that the Vikings had named the town “grim” meaning “ugly” and “by” meaning “town” but it was of course another era. Google has another theory: “The name Grímr is common across the Scandinavian world and recorded several times throughout Lincolnshire in the Domesday Book. According to legend, Grimsby was founded by a Danish fisherman called Grim. In Old Norse, ‘by’ means village.” I still prefer my own theory……………………
Continue readingThe planning of this walk was as arduous as the walk itself, the two challenges being the enormous expanse of Immingham and Grimsby Docks. Trying to keep as close to the coast as possible is problematic when both of these areas do not take kindly to unauthorised visitors on foot. We did our best…….
Continue readingI am assuming that the name Sandsend quite literally means “end of the sands” because it is here where the long beach which stretches all the way from Whitby ENDS, and we are back on the cliffs again.
Continue readingEdinburgh is freezing, overcrowded but beautiful, even in the rain. Why are we here? Well, we’ve come to listen to some music, meet up with old friends from Canada and say hello to Damian’s sister and her chickens. We will then be driving down to North Yorkshire for a few days to join a few dots.
Continue readingI will not bore you with the logistics of getting back to Saltfleet, so let’s just say the whole process was trying and expensive but here we are, dropped off in front of the horrible pub we ended up in some days ago.
Continue readingHorseshoe Point is perhaps not an obvious choice for the start of a walk – a small carpark facing the marshes. It is however roughly ten miles south of Cleethorpes, our final destination.
Continue readingBehind the backs of a row of beach huts we find two large carparks with no indication of where or how much to pay. Damian asks someone just getting into his car if he knows anything. The man in question laughs and says “Yes you’d think there would be a board wouldn’t you? It’s National Trust property and my wife works for them, but as yet she’s not been able to get them to put up a simple sign – in the meantime you need to go and pay in the cafe up on the promenade” Damian goes up to pay and is not given any ticket or sticker to put on the car. Weird…………..
Continue readingStarting at Skegness Pier I am expecting this to be an uncomplicated walk up the coast passing more than enough holiday resorts along the way. I was right…
Continue readingOh when will they stop these Lincolnshire dykes? I see them in my dreams.
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