I cannot come to this part of the world without seeing Lincoln Cathedral. When my parents returned to England in 1968, they lived in Thonock Close, just beyond the cathedral grounds, and I got my first glimpse of the church towering over the Lincolnshire countryside in September of that year when I flew over for a visit. I was suitably impressed and remain so every time I come back to Lincoln.

Started in 1072 under the reign of William the Conqueror, it was originally designed to be in the Norman style. But it was not completed until 1311, and by then the original design had undergone several modifications resulting in the Gothic masterpiece it is today. From its completion in 1311 until early in the last century, it held the title of the world’s tallest building, although its tallest spire has since collapsed.

Lincoln always reminds me of my parents who lived and died here, Dad passing away in April 1995 while we were serving at the Black Forest Academy in Germany, and Mom in November 2013 while we were living in Malaysia. I have fond memories of my many visits to see them over the years, with walks, pubs, and teas shops still warm in my mind. Every arch and alleyway resonates with their presence. It is my fervent hope to see them both in heaven when I arrive, perhaps with a half pint of bitter and a Harvey’s Bristol Cream Sherry in hand.

April 2023