I really don’t like cows. So, since they’ve taken over the top of the bank, I decide to sneak round below them, and I climb down the landward side of the sea wall. But, they’re down here too! Some are behind a fence, but a whole group are sprawled on the grass in front of me.
I leave my Scooty bike chained up against a fence in the car park at Freiston Shore. It’s nearly midday already
It took me some time to find somewhere for breakfast, then I had drive further up the coast and find a place to park and, after that, I had a convulted cycle ride along minor roads – stopping to check my Garmin regularly – to get here.
At the end of the public road at Frampton Marsh, a RSPB worker is fixing an honesty box to a post, along with a sign asking people to pay for parking. I wonder if that’s legal on a public road, but she tells me I don’t have to pay as I’m cycling!
Glad to be back on my coastal trek, I hide my bike behind the hull of an old boat. It’s in a ramshackle yard, beside Fosdyke Bridge.
The bridge itself is an ugly old thing. It takes the A17 across the River Welland and, as far as I can tell, the bridge can’t move. Which means that no large ships can get beyond this point up the river.