Friday 1 May 2015
Train home for the weekend
A fine morning for ambling around Boston as, let’s face it, I need the exercise! The lack of bus services in the local area, combined with my decision to take a break and go home for the weekend, led to my decision to take a look at Boston this morning.
I headed out early, which was my first mistake as nothing opens in Boston until 10 am at the earliest. I did get a good view of the Boston Stump in the morning sunlight.
I had wanted to get out of my strange accommodation that felt like somewhere prisoners would be sent on release from jail. There were lots of signs telling you what you could and couldn’t do (e.g. clean the bathroom after you’ve used it, no visitors without asking permission) and CCTV cameras about the place. Still, Margaret was very nice to me and we had a good chat about all her ailments over a cup of tea before I left.
Boston was gearing up for the annual fair that starts today. I had a notion that I’d visit the memorial to the Pilgrim Fathers’ first attempted voyage to the New World in 1607. I knew the memorial was in the village of Fishtoft so, upon seeing a brown sign pointing the way, 2 miles to the memorial, I set off along the banks of the River Haven. This was my 2nd mistake. After 3 miles of walking along the river and then through fields and bungalow-land I came to another brown sign indicating a further 1.5 miles to go. I gave up at this point, deciding that the memorial wasn’t interesting enough for a 9 mile round trip! I walked back to Boston town centre (ignoring the signpost that pointed the wrong direction to Boston) and consoled myself with coffee and cake in a lovely little cafe. After some refreshment I felt ready to tackle the 209 steps up to the top of the Boston Stump, the St Botolph church tower. The view from the top was worth the climb and I could see the mouth of The Haven in the distance.
I had already made up my mind to take the Bank Holiday weekend off and go home for a rest. Chance to reevaluate my planning and let my feet heal properly (they no longer hurt but the bruising hasn’t recovered yet). So it was the afternoon train for me and I’ll be back on the road on Monday.