2021 Holiday Highlights: Lincolnshire

I am sharing this because it celebrates the Fens in East Anglia. This brilliant blogger shares visits to some of its highlighted destinations and sums up what I love about the Fens, including its glorious sunsets and photographic flatness.

The last couple of years have been varied holidays and I’ve managed to keep lovely diaries of what we got up to (see 2019 and 2020) as well as during…

2021 Holiday Highlights: Lincolnshire


When I was young my nan used to speak to me about superstitions. I was clear that I must never walk under ladders in the street, should never even think about putting my shoes on the table, and must always go out of the front door if I came in that way. The last one of these I still uphold today. I cannot bear the idea of entering a house through the front door and leaving through the back door. The other superstitions I have managed to wipe away.

I will always be a creature of habit. Superstitions started me off with all this, but habits took over as I grew up. I grew a set of habits that have stuck with me for many years and I am never quite sure why they reassure me so much. Some I have eradicated and others just remain there as my rocks. My life feels better when I maintain my habits. I am embarrassed to share some of them but you know what they say, – sharing is caring.

Why do we create these security blankets? I have no idea. But from speaking to the people around me I can see that I am not alone in having these little routines, these little nuances, these silly little rituals that keep us mentally stable.

One such routine of mine was a rule of three. I had a habit of turning the alarm clock on and off three times before going to sleep. I had to know that I had pressed that button exactly three times in order to feel able to rest well. There is no explanation for why this was important to me but it gave me some sense of fulfilment each night for many years. I have replaced my alarm clock with my ipad alarm and so I don’t have to press a button any more, so that particular habit has been ditched. Whether I sleep any better or worse is hard to tell. But that is just one example of a tradition that has stood with me and could be labelled as a ‘habit.’

Another, which I am embarrassed to say still sits with me even now, is the preoccupation with putting my clothes on in a certain order. Crazy as this sounds, I have to put my socks on first, then my underwear, followed by my trousers and finally shirt and jumper. It just has to happen that way and it feels odd to change the order. If I got my socks wet it would pain me to remove them before my trousers. I guess that makes me peculiar but I like this habit. Laughable as this might seem it provides me with comfort. Habits provide security. I am a creature of habit. Does that mean I have an addictive personality? I think not. But I sure do like having routines and traditions, even if they are created for fun.

Returning to superstitions for a moment, such traditions can take up time and energy. I mean sometimes I can see that they really do stem from ‘old wives’ tales’ but there are just a few that seem magical and I really want to believe in them. One such superstition was the idea of a wart charmer. Now this idea really did puzzle and intrigue me for quite a long time. After my nan informed me about it, it stayed with me and I am still not convinced either way.

I had a few little warts on the ends of my fingers when I was about fifteen years old. They looked like circles of dry, hard skin and rubbed against material in uncomfortable ways. It felt as though I had scouring pads attached to my finger tips.

I went to see the doctor and he said that I needed to have them frozen so I had this done a few times but they still just sat there, annoying me when they caught my eye. I felt so hideous knowing that my fingers were awkward and kept on trying different methods such as applying a special ointment. It was during this time that nan decided to tell me about the wart charmers. Apparently there used to be one living in the next village and he was well known for making them disappear. It all sounded like witchcraft to me.

When I asked her for more detail, she told me that wart charmers worked in different ways. Apparently she had had a friend with warts who had gone to him and told him how many warts she had. The mysterious man (who she made out to seem fairly regular) then said something like a charm and the next day her warts had vanished. My great nan told me that someone she knew had gone to him and told him they had three warts but in fact they had four. Only three warts had disappeared the next day. She told me that he would only do the charm once and if you did not mention exactly how many warts you had, then only the number that you mentioned would be cured and you would be stuck with the rest forever.

There is something charming about this idea of a wart charmer. It is not the only superstition that sticks in my head. But it is one that grabbed my interest around the time when I suffered from warts. My own ones faded over time, of course, but left me wondering about nan’s stories. Were they tall tales? Or were they grounded in reality? One thing is for sure, superstitions are intriguing. Habits, however, are a whole other story.

Simple Pleasures

A recurring theme.

Over the next few weeks I will be reflecting on the simple pleasures in life and hoping that you join in with me by contributing comments and sharing your own examples. It is my way of dealing positively with quite an emotional point in my life, having just turned 40. Suffering a little from depression related to this mid-life stage, I want to try and build positive images by remembering what makes life quite simply wonderful.

Each subject will be specific and relate to my experiences.

1) Walking Wind

As a young lad, my mum would take me for walks in the flat Fens of Cambridgeshire down very straight, rocky tracks known as ‘droves.’ We would walk for miles in fairly remote countryside with nothing around us for as far as we could see. Although there are no hills or mountains in the Fens, it is refreshing to be out there, with the wind rushing across the vast landscape and gathering behind you or against you, blowing into your ears. My nan used to call it, ‘blowing the cobwebs away.’

When we moved to a town, many times I would visit my nan in the Lowlands and often I would take walks on my own, especially on windy days, to get that feeling of being blown and refreshed and having my mind cleared, as the wind removed negative energy and made me feel restored, rejuvenated and brilliantly fresh. This was sometimes the best way to let off steam.

Even now, nothing feels better than going for a long walk in the beautiful Fens. The Fens is a special landscape that will always feel like a part of me. Every time we go there, I feel reborn and re-energised. Try blowing off some cobwebs some day by walking in the presence of the wind. Look across the fields and think about how magnificent your local landscape is.

Let the countryside absorb your thoughts and fill your head with new ideas.