DISCOVER CHRISTMAS IN LINCOLNSHIRE
“They are growers, makers, restorers, ironmongers, woodturners and wool-spinners. They are proud and they are welcoming”
Late afternoon, woodsmoke on the air. The sun dips. Somewhere a dog’s bark, a blackbird’s flute. Pleasantly weary from a woodland ramble, a hearty pub meal before a roaring fire awaits. As the lamplight glows orange, take in the holly bushes sparkling with berries and gables dusted with snow. This could be a Dickensian greeting card – but we are in present-day Lincolnshire, England’s second largest county, where winter skies stretch for miles, the frosty North Sea laps at its eastern edge, and where timeless scenes like this play out every day.
Populated by friendly folk known as ‘yellowbellies’, Lincolnshire is as lived-in as it is sparse, as hilly in the Wolds as it is flat in the Fens. Bordered by no fewer than eight other counties, the
