jbarter wrote:Just in case Chiffers from further afield are now getting the impression that the whole of Lincolnshire is a total wasteland I would like to point out that there is one really nice bit (an 'Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty' no less). It's called the Lincolnshire Wolds and I live there. It's about the only part of the county that isn't flat.
Dubhlinn unfortunately lives outside this rural idyll in the industrialised north. (Big aaaww for Dubh)
There are many urban myths floating around about Sunny Scunny usually concerning the pollution from the Steelworks.Modern technology has but an end to all that and the birds no longer have to fly backwards to save their eyesight.
I have travelled all over England and Ireland and have rarely seen so many parks and trees within the confines of a small town as I have seen here. It is only a ten minute cycle to open countryside and about 30 minutes to the edge of the Wolds,then onto quaint little villages like Wooton and Thornton Curtis with it's wonderful Abbey.
The Multi-national population are very friendly and helpful to each other and the Cops don't pull you over every time they see the Fiddle case thinking if it ain't a gun it must be stolen,as was a regular occurence when I was growing up in one of Dublins most notorious suburbs.
I came here by chance and settled down after years of being on the road with various bands. I will more than likely see my days out here for as Andy Irvine once sang "What matter to me where my bones they be buried,once in peace and in plenty my life I have lived"...
I get to see Martin Simpson playing in the local theatre at least once a year and that alone is worth the jokes and ribbing I get for living here.
Be wary of dissing Immingham though,Mrs. D was born and reared there though lucky for you she does not read the Chiff board
Slan from Sunny Scunny,
D.
"It might be a bit better to tune to one of my fiddle's open strings, like A, rather than asking me for an F#." - Martin Milner
