With a name like Saltfleetby-Theddlethorpe Dunes, expectations are high — and they’re fulfilled.
Walking across the seemingly endless sands here, it’s easy to feel you might be the last person on earth, let alone Lincolnshire.
What is intended to be a brisk half-hour stroll in this remote stretch of dunes, lagoons and freshwater marshes on the fringes of the Lincolnshire Wolds, turns into an almost hypnotic two‑hour traverse.
Poetic: The Lincolnshire Wolds is part of the East of England, where the sheer flatness of the Fens gives way to gently undulating hills
With the North Sea crashing and hissing in the background, I make my way along the largest stretch of beach I have ever seen in the UK, without even a dog walker, chalet or ice cream van to distract me.
This is a Rothko-esque landscape, stripped back to just two or three colours. The immense sky turns from egg-carton grey to fragile blue as the wind whips the sands into surreal textures and patterns — one minute honeycomb rivulets, the next cake frosting, and then vinyl-smooth expanses, the colour of fudge and tobacco.
The Wolds is part of the East of England, where the sheer flatness of the Fens gives way to gently undulating hills, prim towns such as Louth and Woodhall Spa and rolling fields where pheasants hop, hares gallop and ash trees droop over hedgerows…