A couple of weeks ago, on a journey from my native Fenland, to 'The North' I took a long detour up through Lincolnshire and stopped off near a place called, Bardney. The purpose of the detour was to explore some Forestry Commission woodland that I had found the previous Easter. The wood was distinguished by the presence of a tree called Small-leaved Lime (one of our two native wild limes). I won't easily forget the gorgeous perfume of those wild lime trees.

I suspect that Lincolnshire is full of things like that and I find it a deeply intriguing county. I suppose that its shear size and relative emptiness is all part of its charm. It's a pity that such huge areas of it have been ruined by Twentieth Century agribusiness.