The scene on the right indicates what you can witness if you look directly to your right and inland. The delineation between salty sea wastes and highly fertile agricultural land is so acute. Eventually, the tiresome artificial banks of the River Welland start to close to your left like gigantic tweezers. Sometimes you have a strange feeling of stepping back in time as you pass pumping stations designed in the fifties and sixties that in any other situation would have either been vandalised or rendered. Here, out of the way of humankind they look only a few months old. I was lucky enough to have a falcon as companion for the latter stages of this part of the walk.

She remained with me almost to Fosdyke Bridge, nipping and tucking along the embankment with her talons scythed into some unsuspecting furry thing. And so to the first evidence of humanity – Fosdyke Bridge.

This is the Ship Inn, although I stayed ‘out.' It looked pleasant enough but I had to cross the faintly busy A17 and continue on my way. At this stage, (about 11 miles), I was full of good humour and quite focussed on the road ahead. The first two days, being ‘easy’ in the sense that there were few inclines to be alarmed about, were my opportunity to make ground and get the miles under my belt. (Or ‘under my feet’, if I wish to be pedantic)