The day started characteristically well: Marlon's bargain Sat-Nav directed us to a pub in the middle of nowhere.
I’d been arguing with its final choices of route anyway so we discarded the Sat-Nav and retraced our steps, this time
using the tried-and-tested technique of a map and following the signs to Sleaford.
So we approached the town from the south, which was a blessing, as it gave us our first view of the site. The maltings
dominated this approach, the seven storey blocks easily noticeable against the flat landscape.
We eventually located the footpath which meandered across the eastern flank of the site, crossed the railway line
and picked our way towards the imposing buildings.