It’s a bit chilly …

We haven’t got far. We left the Lincoln site on Monday and drove three quarters of an hour east and ended up in another pond-side campsite outside Skegness. It was, and still is, cold. A pocket of refrigerated air is trapped between the hard ground and a blanket of low cloud. We booked in, sorted out our lives and then put on our walking garb and trotted off to Gunby Hall, a NT property which was closed, but has footpaths running through it … so we could take a sneak view.

another site, another pond

It was three and a bit miles there and the same back. The good news about Lincolnshire is that it is all, pretty much, flat. So, leaving aside the cold, it was a straightforward walk. And a lovely one. It’s very rural here, with big skies and little traffic. And the house was a doll’s house writ large (if you’ve visited the more famous Ashdown House in Wiltshire, then you’ll know what I mean). We had a gander at the outside and, still cold, we trogged back.

Tuesday was run day. Cold run day. But not as cold as the following cycle into Skegness. Which, with the added chill factor of riding into a wall of freezing air, was the coldest I’ve been since I left the services. C wore two pairs of gloves and when we got to Tescos to get some provs she bought a pair of rubber gloves to shield herself from the wind chill. Skegness was exactly as you’d expect. Low rent, lots of (closed for the winter) amusement arcades, bars casinos and restaurants/chippies – one of which was open. We had done our usual thing and made a packed lunch, but close to hypothermia we thought we deserved a bag of chips. So, sat outside by the beach, we ate our lunch supplemented by a bag of warm chips. Don’t tell me I don’t know how to show a woman a good time. 

i quite like Skeggie

Thankfully the cycle back was shorter. And Doris is fabulously warm when you stick the heating on.

colder than it looks

Today we cycled again. Mrs Sun was with us now and whilst it was still cold, it was warmer, especially if you caught her rays. This time we visited a NT Baptist chapel, which was designed to look like a barn in the middle of a field because the congregation were persecuted. And then we cycled to a blooming big dyke where, picnic on hand, we sat in the chilly sunshine and thanked our lucky stars that we can still do this. 

chapel disguised as a barn

It has been, pretty much, back to business. I love the uncomplicated life that Doris affords us. Everything is on a much smaller scale. I know we only live in a tiny house, but Doris reduces that further. It means that the distractions of everyday living are reduced … and you get a much better opportunity to enjoy the now. I know it’s not everyone’s cuppa and, I guess, some people will continue to think that I, and therefore C, are running away from everything. And that may be the case. But it suits us.

Insofar as books, I’m really into the Amazon Ads. I have a good number running in the US and the UK … and have spent just over £1, with one possible sale. There is still a great deal to do, but I’m on it. 

On the move again tomorrow. Heading south. Boston, I think (not Massachusetts). Stay safe everyone. The  numbers are still very high.