Lincoln turned out to be quite nice - a smaller town than Leeds, with a great deal of history: Roman ruins of the original Lindum Colonia can be found neighbouring the medieval Cathedral and Castle. A relatively new university, the University of Lincoln itself is housed on an expanding campus by the side of the Brayford, a lake at the centre of town. And after a number of years, of course it was great to see Guy again, too - many thanks for the warm welcome and the quick tour of the town!
On the way there, I did have my obligatory first-hand experience of the privatised British rail services, of course - the train which was to be the second leg of my journey (from Doncaster to Lincoln) was cancelled by Central Trains without prior notice, due to mechanical difficulties. So, along with my fellow travellers, we took the scenic route - and what perhaps most clearly indicated the systemic problems with the rail network was that there was barely a murmur of exasperation or discontent when the cancellation was announced. Ah well - another disastrous legacy of the Thatcher/Major years. When it's time to go up to ICE3 in Scotland, I'll hire a car...