A Lincolnshire amble

My sister lives in rural Lincolnshire, on a ridge of high ground that runs south from the city of Lincoln. I visited recently and we went for a late afternoon amble along the escarpment, looking westwards across the Vale of Trent. So different from where I live, you could see for miles across the predominantly agricultural landscape, though it was a hazy sort of light.

This year's harvest is in and the fields were being ploughed ready for planting. As we walked home along the byways, the traffic mainly consisted of tractors and ploughs making their way back to their farms. Tractors these days are huge and very high tech. Look at those wheels!

There was an abundance of berries on the trees and some blackberries in the hedgerows, as well as boughs heavy with fruit on the apple trees. I'm never quite sure if the amount of fruit simply reflects the conditions over the past spring and summer or if it really does foretell of a hard winter to come. We'll find out soon enough!

Although I love Yorkshire's valleys and stone walls, all the Lincolnshire green and the open sky gives me a lovely sense of space and freedom.