Saturday morning at the lake

I was on auntie duties this morning; my nephew needed a guardian while he’s at his fishing club. So there I was.

It’s rather lovely, I haden’t been to this particular park in Immingham for at least twenty-five years. It had changed a lot.

The park is a lot better, there’s a skate park now and the lake is so much bigger than I remembered.

Homestead Park, Fishing Lake, Immingham
Homestead Park Fishing Lake, Immingham

Lincoln, how I adore thee

For thy lovely bookshops.

But not the hill. I’m still suffering from fatigue and leg cramps because of Steep Hill.

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You don’t find my Dr Marten’s attractive? Really? How sad, never mind, I think I’ll survive your disapproval.

Just in case anyone missed the bulletin, women are under no obligation to dress or express themselves only in ways that are attractive to men. And if you think they are, the 1950’s called and would like their misogyny back.
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(Yes, I am being passive aggressive today; no, I don’t care.)

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