Lingwood, England

Let me take you back about, oh, seven years ago. Mark and I were on some camping or road trip or another when we happened through the town of Brady, Washington. Unfortunately this was before the time of prolific digital cameras and neither of us were really into taking pictures, so we have no actual account of the visit other than a completely inappropriate shot glass. Mark managed to look up and discover that in the world there existed a town of Lingwood. However, as it was located in England, we always thought it would be far off before we had the opportunity to visit.

Fast forward to last spring, when the wheels got put in motion for us to take our trip out to Cambridge. One of the very first things Mark said we needed to do was go visit Lingwood. He figured out the train schedule and before I knew it, we had plans to train out to the tiny little town of Lingwood.

This is the cute little train station.

Still cute and little.

Very cool to see our name in the standard wherry lines sign format!

Poor dilapidated sign... 

The post office is also the general store. Look closely and you can see my completely shocked face in the reflection. I am a city girl. 

In the 30 minutes between trains, we walked through the entire town and I'm pretty sure we took pictures of every Lingwood sign we could find. And then still had time to do dorky photo shoots (found in our Picasa albums).

Desolate park...the only people we ran into were kids shouting about weed. No, we do not think small towns are safer than big cities.

Two of the most bored birds in the world.

I am so glad that my idea of being a Lingwood lady is not... this.

Apparently in small towns like this pubs put up their "food tonight" sign on nights when they are serving food.

The approaching train... to take us back to Cambridge. We were glad we went to Lingwood, but who knew it could have been smaller than Brady, WA? 

These are the guys we met on the train back. They downed an entire bottle of Jack in their hour ride. They thought we were the coolest people they had ever met because 1) we were American and 2) we did something as crazy as visit Lingwood because of its namesake. We thought they were cool because they thought we were cool and they were British.

So there you have it: Lingwood, England! Another thing off the bucket list, and another crazy story to tell.