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OK, Lincolnshire does not have the prettiest seaside towns but you can not deny that we probably have largest beaches. 

 

I went for a beach walk the other day and found myself with about five square miles of beach all to myself. I could not see another living soul to the horizon. This at a time when Cornwall is sinking under the weight of staycationers. 

 

It was the hottest day of summer so, I went skinny-dipping. Those who know me well will not be surprised at this. The sun was shining, the water was astonishingly Mediterranean and I had the beach to myself… or so I thought!

 

There I was paddling away when a head popped up beside me. It looked straight at me in a curious way, it was a seal and her two chums. There I was swimming naked with three seals. No pictures, sorry!

 

PS.

If you are wondering whether it was dangerous and a little foolhardy to do this, it probably wasn’t too bad. It’s out of the breeding season and the big males were most likely away on their own. If you find yourself in a similar situation never approach the seals. If they are curious let them come to you only if they want to and don’t be tempted to interact with them in any way. You should never swim solo (ooops!) in any open water and never if you are not a competent swimmer. 

 

Here are some older pics from Donna Nook.

I’m not sure what to say about this, ‘we will fight them on the beaches’?

 

The white cliffs of Lincolnshire. OK, it’s a chalk pit. Lincolnshire is covered in chalk pits, used to make cement and quarry stone. The abandoned ones seem to be good wildlife reservoirs.

In the village of Belchford farmers and enthusiasts proudly showing off their tractors old and new with a drive past. There were about 50 tractors but unfortunately not very photographable as you only saw a few at a time as they went past.

…springs eternal.

 

So many things could be going on here.

 

 If anyone can explain this please get in touch.

In the middle of nowhere, a dead deer and magpie. Also, scattered around the scene is a large skeleton (could be a sheep), several decomposing birds and a single, fresh pig’s trotter. What’s going on?

Another in my occasional series about the decimation of rural life. Fellow photographer, Jane Wright who likes to photograph old buildings went to shoot this one and later commented that I have a habit of making Lincolnshire look American. She is probably correct as most of my historical influences are American photographers.

Most farms just have a dog as a trespass deterrent.

 

For many village pubs lockdown really did end in tiers, this on never recovered.