Lincoln + Sleaford + Woodhall Spa + Skagness

We’ve been taking little day trips from Lincoln—Sleaford, Woodhall Spa, Skegness—walking a lot, taking trains and buses, drinking coffee, looking at buildings that are older than anything we have at home, and trying to understand the mysterious British relationship with public transport. 

I know this trip will become one of those memories that gets polished by distance. We’ll forget the train delays and the wrong turns and who was tired and who wanted coffee and who absolutely did not want to walk another mile. We’ll remember England—the old stone, the green fields, the seaside, the ridiculous weather—and mostly, I think, we’ll remember being together.