Where are the hills? Today we were gently blown along through lovely, but oh so flat countryside, from Stamford to Sleaford. For once arriving early. We must be getting fitter.Lovely bells but even John could not manage the 7. Something badly wrong with it we thought, although the locals said they thought it was fine. It wasn't. On again through flat country to Lincoln. One steep hill in Lincoln which Bob the tandem refused even though urged on by its riders using the whip. It needs more training. Arrived at Bishop Grosseteste university campus for the night. Ideal but unfortunate name. Just off to supper at the Wig and Mitre and then off to Lincoln Cathedral.
12 bells at Lincoln. "The company" many of whom trained there as youths and now in 70s and 80s gave a brilliant show. John Underwood, one of their number's, grandfather was head gardener at Aske for our patron's grandfather! Small world. To Beverley tomorrow. Legs, morale and bikes holding up so far.
12 bells at Lincoln. "The company" many of whom trained there as youths and now in 70s and 80s gave a brilliant show. John Underwood, one of their number's, grandfather was head gardener at Aske for our patron's grandfather! Small world. To Beverley tomorrow. Legs, morale and bikes holding up so far.
Sleaford. John struggling with the errant seventh
Ringer's chapel Lincoln Cathedral and Glenys and Glenys at the 200 mile mark
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