Nothing is ever as difficult as having to say goodbye to someone you care about. Ruth’s flight back to the States was this afternoon and even though I had the best week I can ever remember having it was sure hard seeing her go. We had a blast hanging out, siteseeing in Lincoln and keeping the local wine sellers in business.
As far as a touristy review of what’s it’s like spending a week in Lincoln I can’t think of a better place to stay. The city is just big enough to have the necessary mix of pubs/restaurants and attractions without being overcrowded. Even the weather cooperated and we had several days of sunshine. Some of the bigger things we saw were the Lincoln Castle, constructed during the late 11th century by William the Conqueror, one of the four surviving originals of the Magna Carta, the 11th century Lincoln Cathedral, reputedly the tallest building in the world for 249 years (1300–1549), a medieval Bishop’s Palace and several museums including one with a collection of very disturbing medieval torture instruments and another with one of the first tanks used in WWI.
Maybe the big highlight of the week was a ghost walk tour which we fittingly took on the evening of Friday the 13th. OK, the tour was pretty cheesy, it rained most of the time and we didn’t see a single ghost. We did walk over an area where they buried plague victims from the Black Death so it’s not like there wasn’t an opportunity for something to reach out from beyond the grave.
I’m not sure where I’m going next so the extra couple days will be spent trying to figure that out. The original plan was to ride around northern France before cutting up through Luxembourg into Germany and then onto Poland. I’m not particularly keen on spending any more time in populated areas of Europe which presents a bit of a problem because there aren’t too many unpopulated areas. I tracked down a map of population density and think I’ll reroute myself through to Berlin using that as a guide. We’ll see how that goes. I’m having this big problem as of late with not knowing exactly where I want to go. There’s more about that on this older post that I hadn’t published until today. One thing is for sure–I need to get somewhere where it’s not raining every day.