The Viking Way has nothing to do with the Vikings, only that they once lived in this part of the country hundreds of years ago. It could as easily been labelled the Roman Way or the Mercian Way. Even the emblem on the route’s way-points, a Viking helmet with horns is inaccurate as Viking helmets did not have horns. This is just a myth supposedly perpetrated by opera costume designers. I guess history is what you make it!

Quite a lot of the Viking Way is boring. Endless agriculture, dirt tracks, an occasional pretty village and an abundance of keep out signs.

Red Kites were extinct in Lincolnshire until recently, I never saw one as a child. Everywhere you look now you see Buzzards, Kestrels, Sparrow Hawks, though, there seems to be fewer owls these days.

Farmers are really cashing in on the renewable energy boom. It's not often you see oil and solar in the same field.

Huge, anonymous looking buildings the size of multiple football pitches. Machines for growing millions of living creatures like crops until their unnaturally short, growth promoted lives are eventually relieved by a sudden mechanised and cruel death, to feed our greed for low cost meat.

Adding to my collection of landowners officious signage... It's the first time I have seen a sign that prohibits fornication and the throwing of dogs into lakes! I think that if it was legal, some landowners would class ramblers alongside rats, crows and wood pigeons as vermin and shoot them on sight. Or, maybe even hunt them like foxes on horseback with hounds.

The first four miles of the Viking Way between Woodhall Spa and Horncastle is a straight (it's an abandoned railway line), beautifully manicured footpath through the woods. The first 20 minutes is wonderful, echoing bird song and leaves rustling in the breeze. After that it becomes a little boring as you can only see forward and backwards.

Horses can suffer from nasty fly afflictions during the summer and sometimes need to be covered. It makes them look a little weird, as though they were in purdah. However, they seem to be able to go about their business as normal.

Lincolnshire's secret rocket base turns out to be a replica of Thunderbird 3 at Humberside Airport.

At 450 feet above sea level, the village of Fulnetby proudly boasts on an information sign of being the second highest village in the Lincolnshire Wolds. The local church offers refreshments to weary travellers suffering altitude sickness ;-)

No, it's not a place to park the skip. According to local folklore this is the spot where Bayard the blind horse landed having done battle with a local witch and leaped to safety - full story on wikipedia

When it was built in the 1960's the Belmont TV transmitter was the tallest structure of it's kind (cylindrical tube) in the world. You would think that it would spoil the landscape but I kind of like it.

The Lincolnshire Wolds is littered with chalk quarries. Conveyor belts, miles long, transport the chalk down to the cement works on the Humber.

One of the more unexpected things on the muddy Humber is a white chalk pebble beach on the south bank.

When it was built the Humber bridge was the largest single span bridge in the world. With Lincoln Cathedral and the Belmont TV transmitter that makes three times Lincolnshire has held largest structure records.

The good thing about chalk and clay pits (apart from concrete and bricks) is that they make great wildlife reserves when finished.