Lincoln is a bit like York, but with a very very steep hill in the middle, which put me off a bit to be honest. There’s some interesting stuff there though. Here’s the view at the top of the hill.
Venture down the hill and everything takes a turn for the worse… here’s the view from Anne Summers.
If you feel that the 6 foot inflatable penis in the corner of your shop is looking a little shabby, simply paint a face on it and give it a silly hat (with little sparkly penises on strings hanging off it in the manner of an Aussie cork hat, in case you’re interested.) Genius.
At the market, there was a great selection of books on offer, all sectioned off for easy browsing. There were the usual offerings, crime, romance, horror, and then this section, which I have to admit is a word I haven’t heard for a long while.
And no, I don’t have a picture of the cathedral, arguably one of the finest examples of gothic architecture in Europe. Sorry, I got distracted.