Still in Old Bolingbroke enjoying the quiet of the countryside except that we are close to RAF Coningsby so there are regular roaring jets in the distance.
James discovered his shoes had worn right through on the sole so we went to explore the retail opportunities afforded by Boston (Lincs), which is a sturdy market town with the remarkable 272 ft tower on St Botolphs church (Boston stump).
After lunch we went to the Avro Lancaster museum where we were able examine sundry bits of bits of wreckage from crashed planes from WW II together withvacconts of the stories behind the various misfortunes that befell the planes. The highlight of the museum is a Lancaster bomber that is close to being air worthy and gives rides round the air field for a fee. To see and hear such a machine at close quarters is awesome and a little scary.
Whilst the stories of the planes and their crews are moving, tragic and at times inspiring tales of selfless bravery there is a vaguely unsettling air that armed conflict is noble and right with no hint that there is a futility and wilful waste of life to make up for the failures of those in power.
The weather tomorrow is forecast to be frightful so we may not go far.
Good night.
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