I resigned from my job and finished working my notice period at the end of July this year. Why did I resign? Well, there wasn't one reason, is there ever for such decisions and endings? It is usually a collection of small issues that come together to make something ultimately intolerable. This happened over a nine month period, or as my husband would say, over the last couple of years. Perhaps he is right. Perhaps the collection of small issues creeps in almost imperceptibly until you can't...

We have a hosepipe ban in Lincolnshire now. If this becomes a regular occurrence, it seems strange for a county that, not so many generations ago, was largely carr and fenland. Now it is a yellowing landscape. I came back to live in this county four years ago. I was born here and left when I was nineteen; I'm now fifty-six. I notice that people don't use the language I use anymore and I have colloquialisms that died out years ago, presumably, but somehow remained part of my vernacular. How...

An illustration of a hob, characterized by its traditional attire, pointed cap, and a pipe, exuding an aura of wisdom and mystery. Hobs in Lincolnshire's Lincolnshire Folklore As a nature and gardening lover, I was intrigued to hear that the Royal Horticultural Society (RHS) has lifted its ban on gnomes in show gardens—a decision reportedly influenced by King Charles. Love them or loathe them, gnomes are firmly embedded in gardening culture, and the news set me wondering about their deeper...