Our tour started bracingly on a grey Skegness beach where dog walking seems the main preoccupation. The mountains of dog poo are so high that tractors have to be employed to move it in the direction of Denmark.
The sea defences made use of huge rocks, whose colours brightened the scene.
Rather than linger for a lunch of fish and chips we tried our luck at Wainfleet All Saints where all the talk, in the Royal Oak, was of struggling publicans and 14 pubs closing every day.
Wainfleet looked delightful, apart from its Victorian clock tower (a phallic addition to many ancient market squares round there), and we we intrigued to find a classic London Terrace next to the pub.
http://parishes.lincolnshire.gov.uk/WainfleetAllSaints/imageDetail.asp?id=56014
We rather lost our bearings on the flat coastal plain but our intuition, which took us to Spilsby, was rewarded with another gem of a town, albeit a shadow of its former glory. There was a theatre with a Grecian portico, a delightful former grammar school and a remarkable church. Although much mangled by Victorians we discovered a side chapel with an unusual set of monuments to the deWilloughby family. It was very dark but my Sony HX5V enabled me to hand hold with reasonable results.
The following day I popped back to Wigtwizzle but most of the leaves had left the trees and were choking the paths and streams.
I set off late so the light was rather harsh and the subtle shades of the morning had passed.
