The promise of a rainy day didn't materialise. We sped east to Boston - not of Tea Party fame, but the start of the Protestant migration to what has become the USA; that wasn't because they were being persecuted but, they thought Jolly England was too jolly and depraved for their version of religion. We were jolly when we saw
St Botolph's church - Boston Stump to the locals. A really beautiful building adjacent to the market square. The market was heaving with folk; it is a place well known for stalls selling fake named brands at basement prices.
Once we had wandered, goggle-eyed, around the church we indulged with slices of home made cake served at the church cafe; real Victoria sandwich and fruit cake - none of your cheap, shop bought muck.
Our next stop was
Spilby and St James church - which was closed due to, like nearly everywhere else, the high level of theft and vandalism - sad but true. Always ready to taste local fayre, we had coffee and goodies at
Matt's Deli - I'd drop in if you're passing through the village and buy some delicious bread or, my favourite, pork pie.
On the way back to the hotel we spotted St Helens church in West Keal. The view from the church yard towards Boston was excellent which is why the ancestors had the common sense to site their hill forts and settlements on such ridges.
So ended a rain free day.
