Today saw your host once again taking in the fine weather and visiting another historic Lincolnshire site
This time Tupholme Abbey near Lincoln
Today was excellent in all respects, as well as a little different from the usual day out.
I wasn’t using pedal power nor was I a slave to the steering wheel - I was chauffeur driven no less !
I think, and I’m sure you’d all agree, that this is the way I was actually meant to travel - having a driver and a high performance luxury car is more than a little convenient - it also is more befitting to someone of my local standing
All joking aside, it was a rare treat to travel through the back roads of The Lincolnshire Wolds with nothing to do but take in the scenery - a real joy as you miss virtually everything whilst driving.
The destination was the Premonstratensian ruins of Tupholme Abbey founded between 1155 and 1165 by Gilbert and Alan de Neville.
It really was quite a sight and I find myself repeating what I’ve said after a few other trips - it simply doesn’t look like it should be in Lincolnshire !
As with Temple Bruer it’s clearly under appreciated and you can only imagine what would be made of it were it located in the Home Counties.
The purpose of the day wasn’t just revelling in the lost sense of Lincolnshire History but a chance for a photographic trip with my brother - the last time we did this was at Thornton Abbey
It was an inspired idea and a day to treasure in the memory bank. My brother stalked around taking pictures with a camera worth more than my car but my trusty Konica Minolta, safely housed in the beyond awesome Motorhead bag, more than held its own - I wouldn’t swap it for the world !
How to Get to Tupholme Abbey
It is located between Lincoln and Horncastle in between the villages of Bardney and Bucknall just to the south of the B1190. Admission and parking is free of charge and there are no opening hours or days - you can go whenever you want !
Now, I’m not the first Rod to visit, you may think I’d be the most famous one though - but no . . .
Rod Stewart was there before me - at a pop festival no less - as were the Beach Boys ! !
Being in photographic competition with
David Bailey my brother the above is an arty black and white affair.
The name of the place goes back to Saxon times and is related to sheep whose ancestors were still extant and our only company
I’m sure you’d agree the remains are impressive and once again it is a strange feeling staring into the past and wondering just what happened on the very spot you now stand.
No trip should ever be undertaken on an empty stomach. The Goldeneye stomach is nothing if not empty and is always
ready to be filled by a third party - all offers considered
My brother showed his versatility by doubling as a chef as well as chauffeur and dished up the above culinary delight. Couscous, char grilled chicken, king prawns, nuts, seeds, beans, herbs and spices, topped off with a poached egg - bloody lovely !
He’d make somebody a good husband
This is just part I of a fantastic day - more to come loyally deluded readers
Regards - Your Very Own Ancient Ruin