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Apparently was used by cattle drovers to crash out. Once they had sold their cattle at the market they would get drunk and crash out in the Rest before going home the next day.

I reckon someone has stolen some broccoli from the “F”.

Named after the Lord Tennyson pub on Rasen Lane.  A rarely seen rear view obscured by trees. Not many devotees around at this time on a cold Sunday afternoon in October.

When I was younger than today I was drinking in the Prince of Wales with the manager of what was then the Trusthouse Forte Eastgate Hotel. I commented on how amazed people were that anyone had been allowed to build such a modern monstrosity in the heart of the Catherdral area of Lincoln.

He told me that when he took over the hotel he found a set of plans in a drawer that were the original plans for the hotel and which were far more in keeping with the area. The council had apparently rejected them in favour of the current “more progressive” design!

Handily just across the road from the bishop’s pad.

Room for helicopter landing pad around the side.

Oy!

Tucked in behind a tree.

Before it was Saffron it was the Raj Douth and before that it ws a hairdresser and beautician. For my 30th birthday Anne bought me an Aromatherapy Massage. I left the place so relaxed I was almost asleep. Afterwards I met the guys in the Morning Star and I remember I had a huge hangover after just 3 pints.

Before being Lincoln Red it was “The Black Horse Chambers”. Before that I think it was an antiques shop.

Needs a better photo

Bought a sports jacket from this shop for Hannah’s Christening partyin 1994. A very bright cobalt blue it was.

I think I know the bloke in the foreground. His name is Andy!