Well, not quite the Moulin Rouge, Paris, but it was South Lincolnshire’s equivalent, courtesy of the annual Spalding Midsummer Ball. Last year the theme was Boogie Nights and we disco-danced to The Real Thing under spinning
Mum’s Gone to the Spalding Flower Parade
Last weekend was quite something wasn’t it? The Royal Wedding on Friday ended up being so addictive that most of us were glued to our TVs whether or not we had planned to do so.
The Gallery – Outside my front door – a host of golden daffodils
My home is in the Fens. Flat as a pancake. So flat that I didn’t have to do a hill start in my driving test. Living in Lincolnshire, near the town of Spalding, we are blessed