Not quite North, not quite South.

Despite my insistence that the Midlands is not a real place (North or South, that's your choice), it is where I found myself exploring last weekend.

I have been meaning to visit Lincolnshire, during the summer, for a few years. And with only a couple of weeks before by European adventure, and a small mountain of work to do before I set of, it seemed like the perfect weekend to head North. (I am a procrastinator to the core.)

Arriving in the evening, we started the weekend as all good weekends should begin, with great food, watching the sunset over the vast, flat landscapes that dominate the county, and drinking Banoffee rum. (If you have yet to try this beautiful concoction, stop reading this - now - purchase some [I recommend the Trickling Tap in Grantham] and thank me later.)

With only one full day to fully explore, we set off early...ish, on Saturday morning to see where the roads took us.

With rich, yellow fields full of corn and rapeseed, and a manor house dotted randomly at every corner you turn, driving through the Lincolnshire countryside can leave you feeling like you have entered a Jane Austin novel. Which is definitely no bad thing.

We eventually stumbled upon the market town of Stamford. A hubbub of coffee houses and cute shops, the town, which is famous for the 'Battle of Stamford Bridge', is a beautiful area to both spend an afternoon and search for an new outfit, fit for an evening out - which is exactly what I did.