From here I called in at the Pilgrim Fathers memorial, which marks the spot 'where they were thwarted in their first attempt to sail to find religious freedom across the seas', and then moved on to Boston to photograph the river as it flows through the town and also Boston Stump, made famous in the poem 'High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire' by Jean Ingelow who says;-
The old mayer climbed the belfry tower,
The ringers ran by two, three;
'Pull, if ye never pulled before;
Good ringers, pull your best,' quoth he
'Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells!
Ply all your changes, all your swells,
Play uppe "The Brides of Enderby."'
I climbed all 240 steps up The Stump, the tower of St Botolph's Church, from which there were expansive views over the river and surrounding fenland.
I completed my trip by driving along the Witham Bank to Kirkstead Bridge, stopping to photograph boyhood fishing haunts and the small, peeling, whitewashed building that housed the school my mother attended. Before setting out for home I went to photograph another boyhood favourite, Kirkstead Abbey and its attendant church of St Leonards. As adventurous youths we climbed the easy right hand side (in the photographs) to get to jackdaws nests.
A wonderful, nostalgic day.