I simply couldn’t resist poaching a couple of pictures from this blog article, posted earlier in the week, for two reasons.
The first is to tempt you to visit it as well to see all the other captivating photographs of Lincoln Cathedral and its environs.
The second is less praiseworthy – I’m never one to resist a play on words or two. For those who have no idea what the second one might be see the video at the end of this post as the pun in the title is not the only playful word association!
Saturday dawned bright and beautiful and we made a fairly early… if somewhat leisurely… start, heading out towards Bakewell for Stuart to visit the church there where I had found such treasures a couple of weeks ago. It doesn’t take long by car, and we didn’t have to stop for supplies of Bakewell tarts as I had stocked up on the way through on the Thursday… honestly, I had to… though we did manage to acquire a Bakewell pudding….
From Bakewell we headed out for the main event of the day… a visit to Lincoln Cathedral. There may have been a pause for refreshment on the way… largely because there was a pub called The Fox in a village with what looked like a superb church. There were buzzards flying overhead, a random ancient head in the pub garden and a white horse eyeing us pointedly… so we were expecting something special in the little church on the mound. It was frustrating to find it locked… but perhaps we had found what we had come for in the recurring symbol of the weekend, carved into a gravestone by the door. . . . .
Everybody Means Something 