Once in a while it becomes necessary to winkle Max out of his comfortable routine around Parsonage Cottage and Owl Wood. I make him change out of his Wellington boots and beloved work clothes and into something more suited to visiting civilisation.
We head to Lincoln, Just a 45 minute drive along some beautiful country roads.
We always park near the Lincoln Cathedral, then walk down the hill. I didn't have much time for taking photographs, but I managed to take some quick snaps as we progressed. In this collage you can see the Cathedral to the left, the upper section of Steep Hill to the middle, and a corner of Lincoln Castle to the right.
All of these were taken from one spot - click, click, click. No time wasted there.
It was a beautiful day, blue skies, weak sunshine, cool rather than cold. It was also only nine in the morning, so nice and quiet. I do love this old city. It is compact, quirky, steeped in history and very beautiful.
This is the really steep part of Steep Hill, it has a one-in-seven gradient which doesn't sound bad until you come back up it laden with shopping bags. Suddenly one begins to find all manner of things interesting, in order to take a little pause for breath. Much of the way is lined with interesting little shops.
For many years there was a wonderful second-hand book shop, half-way up. It was called 'The Reader's Rest'. It got a lot of trade as winded people would stagger in to browse the shelves while they got their breath back.
My parents loved that shop. I spent many a happy hour in there with them, for I got my love of reading from my mother and my book-collecting habit from my father.
Errands run, commissions fulfilled, we take some time to have coffee and cake before heading back up the hills.
Another lovely drive through the countryside and we are home. The animals greet us with great enthusiasm and love, as though we have been away months rather than just a few hours.
Max immediately gets back into his comfortable clothes and heaves a sigh of relief.