Where the road can sometimes take you...

I took the bitch inland for a change with no route planned

and a village name nudged memories of the past today...

we passed a sign for a local farm,  

and turned around, like fonda did in the end of that movie...

no rednecks here though, just a lovely farmhouse...

After the great war, I'm told that my grandfather and his brother 

owned three farms in this area... 

I found the other two farms a long time ago, I think this is the other one.

A story was he went bust and his brother died after falling under a cart ...

I also heard that wasn't so, that he had debt and sold up...

He and my gran moved to Boston (Lincs) and ran The Indian Queen Hotel...

Funny where the road can sometimes take you...