Day 4

Even a tractor got stuck

A tractor couldn’t make it, Could we?

After saying goodbye to Jane, we set off. She had suggested we ride the hillier more picturesque route and so we did. We arrived in Somersby, childhood home to Alfred Lord Tennyson, I managed to take a photo of the house next to his childhood home. Doh!

After a snack of flapjack (thanks Jane) and a chat with a great couple riding a tandem, we set off again. Komoot took us onto a road less travelled, mud glorious mud! At one point I managed to overtake Tom, sped downhill into a quagmire and a river to cross. I decided enough was enough and beat a slow retreat uphill. On the way back out we met the farmer who said even a tractor had got stuck down there. After 20 minutes of clearing the mud under our guards we sped away. Well until we had our first puncture. Soon fixed and rested we were away again.

The sun came out and we chanced upon Bolingbroke Castle, birthplace of Henry 4th, and very nice too!

We left the hills, and it was flat road after flat road, the miles sped by, we called at the home of the 57 and 630 squadron, and then food was called for. Tom took me out to dinner in Boston. Let’s just say this wasn’t as glamorous as the bus stop - the floor in the carpark at Asda! Needs must, refuelled we went in search of a wild camp spot. A lonely section on Route 1 and we found just what we needed. Tent up, we settled down for the night. Then came the sound every wild camper dreads... a vehicle coming along to the tent!

One chat with a very friendly farmer, who was well used to tourers setting up camp there, and we relaxed into a very restful sleep!