Five days in Sleaford enabled us to travel hither-and-yon. Lincolnshire, as always, offered open vistas of rural landscapes in both dismal, rain-mist and duck egg blue skied, sunshine. Villages visited temped us with excellent pubs offering tradition Plowmans' lunches and excellent beer. Churches, abbeys, medieval houses and Knights Templar oratorios all called for immediate exploration. We reckon you could spend several lifetimes trying to get to grips with the history of the area.
Sun, surf and the congestion of eucalyptus forest has a certain appeal, but I openly admit to heresy; English mixed-woodland and the open fields have something more to offer ... maybe if we ...
It's better to travel than arrive ... then again ...