I set off for Lincoln next, for a landmark I was particularly anxious to cross off. Churches, ancient monuments and plaques are all very well, but hold little personal interest for me. The same cannot be said of a bloody big aeroplane. (If you know what I'm talking about, kindly hold your piece to keep me within the rules!)
Having come this far, it seemed silly not to push a little further up the country for the second Lincolnshire landmark. I found my way along little country roads, another brown sign with the symbol for a prehistoric monument pointing me down the correct path. I was underwhelmed by the landmark itself, but no matter - it was mine. And I'd had excitement enough with my large aircraft.
My final destination for the day was Leeds, and rather than backtracking along the A15 I decided to give the Humber Bridge a go.
I hadn't experienced the bridge before, and was awed when I saw it in the distance. I'm going over that? It's huge! My nerves weren't helped by an information sign flashing 'HIGH WINDS', and once on the bridge I found myself fighting to keep in a straight line. As far as I know nobody has ever actually been blown over on a motorbike, let alone lifted up in the air and flung off a bridge, but you always feel it's a possibility.
When I was able to take a look around me, however, the views across the water were well worth it. I didn't even mind forking over £1.20, though I've grown accustomed to toll bridges being free for motorcycles. From here it was an easy journey to my B&B, though filled with apprehension about the next day's riding...