I'm not from Lincoln but one of my favourite days on a bike was spent passing through. We'd stayed at Thorpe-on-the-Hill
Travelodge the night before and stopped for a big breakfast near the cathedral. Those first 30-40 miles along the the ridge out of Lincoln towards Scunthorpe on Middle Street were bliss. Is that road always so quiet?
It was the first height (and view) we'd had since London, the sun was out and what a tailwind! Maybe the quadruple espresso after breakfast helped but when the Red Arrows started playing above us - must be commonplace for Lincolnites but for us it felt like a private show - the hair was standing up on my arms and the back of my neck. Very special cycling moment.
This pic was taken much later in the day. What an amazing camera that can read peole's minds...