We had been staying at a holiday camp, in a beautifully furnished caravan, on the border of the villages of Woodhall Spa and Tattershall; Lincolnshire.
The Facebook page for this caravan is:
The group consisted of my hubby, Kev, my cousin Debbie and our friend, Tracy.
This was a little weekend break that would allow us all, from various far flung parts of the UK, to have some quality time together, in-person. Tracy had invited us all, so that she could show us around parts of her beautiful home county of Lincolnshire and I have to say that she showed us some truly stunning places. Have you visited Lincolnshire? Our caravan would serve as our base, and somewhere for four exhausted bodies to relax after being out all day. It worked a treat.
Time for Art.
I would be the first to emerge, each morning. I tend to get up from anything from 4am-6am. I would take my Parkinson’s meds, make something small to eat and drink and then I would sit somewhere and sketch, in sketch book. This would simply be a pencil sketch. Here are the three sketches, below:
Sketching is a nice way to remember what you see. The detail need not be exact, or even neat. It is simply a reference tool, a reminder, a snapshot….whatever you want it to be.
On the Sunday, our last full day in Lincolnshire this visit, we were to travel around forty minutes, by car, to the county city of Lincoln. I had never been to Lincoln, before, so this was a whole new adventure for me. I had little knowledge of what to expect, beyond that Tracy had told me there would be a very steep hill that she was concerned about me walking.
A steep hill in Lincoln? Why was this remarkable? I wondered what that would look like? Well, it turned out to be an utterly stunning treat; as if stepping back in time. Here are my photos of the steep hill:
We had been very lucky with good weather, all weekend. This would be the day that rainfall would greet us. It did not last very long but it actually made the experience a little more difficult for me. You see, my mobility is affected by Parkinson’s Disease and I found a combination of two things happened, in the rain.
First, I was already experiencing a shuffle-type of walk as I coped with the severe gradient of the hill but, second, was the way the rain made the paving slabs and cobbles appear shiny and, therefore, to my mind I imagined them to be slippery. This further caused me to walk more slowly than usual, for I was convinced I would slip and fall. Ordinarily, falling would once never have bothered me. Since I started falling, as a symptom of Parkinson’s, I have developed, shall we say a ‘healthy respect’ for the hard surfaces of the ground! Frankly, falling in recent years has knocked my self-confidence a little. I won’t let it stop me doing things.
I may get nervous, but I do the things I choose, anyway. You have to keep fighting to live life on your terms, not the terms of the disease, where possible. Have you ever fallen? Are your falls a symptom of illness? How do you approach the risk of falls and has your own self-confidence been affected, too?
The steep hill was lined with many interesting little shops, cafes and bistros, wine bars and even small cottages and apartments that people live in. I think it would be a peculiar place to live and really not easy, but it would be wonderfully quirky and a joy to share with visiting house-guests.
It was a pretty quiet lane; top to bottom. You would hear the noises coming from within the shops as you walked by and there would be the chatter of people walking in the lane itself; many of whom were ‘cooing’ and ‘aaaaah-ing’ in the same delight that we were. I would stop every so often, to take a photo.
Are you interested in architecture? I was intrigued by so much varying architecture, along the lane itself. There were clearly centuries old timber framed buildings and even stone building dating from the 12th century. Alongside these were Victorian buildings and Edwardian buildings or, perhaps, these may have been Victorian and Edwardian facades that had been applied to older building beneath. This is not unusual; I see this in my own county town of Ipswich. Some of the residential premises had inventively woven in gardens, patios, orangeries and terraces. These would offer the residents stunning views over this incredibly old and characterful area.
Then, of course, there was the beautiful Lincoln Cathedral. We did not go fully inside. We pretty much all feel that paying to enter a house of worship feels wrong. What is your view on this? It’s okay if donations are requested, but nobody should be denied access to a place of worship on the basis of money and so we just popped our heads round the entrance to get a quick view and a couple of photos of this stunning, ancient building. This worked out well, for we were all getting tired and we had not left much time to have done this, had we intended to.
History All Around.
Upon returning to the camp site, we briefly stopped for a walk at Tattershall Castle. This pretty little castle sits just tucked away from the main road, nearby. There is also a church and this had some interesting information stands detailing the architectural and social history of the church and, to my own delight, there was a good selection of books on sale to browse through.
This had been a wonderful day. We had all enjoyed a nice lunch at a pub near the top of the steep hill area and we had enjoyed a few chuckles as well as the sites of such a beautiful part of this fascinating city. I would certainly want to return to Lincoln, for we had only seen a tiny part of it but I can certainly recommend Lincoln as a city to visit.
Sharing time with friends and family is simply the best part of all of it. Tracy and I have known each other since 2017. We became friends by each joining a support group for people with Parkinson’s Disease, on Facebook, back in 2017. Getting time with Tracy, in-person, offers not only the laughs and chats and joys of friendship but we both get to talk about what it is like to live with Parkinson’s.
This ability to have some time with another person who is experiencing the impact of the same disease is helpful, enlightening and reassuring in many ways. Kevin and Debbie, as my family, benefit from this aspect as well; for they get to spend time with another person who is walking a similar path to mine. This is something they rarely get to experience through anybody other than me. How nice to share such time in beautiful places.