There are many ghostly tales of the Holbeach card players from the Chequers playing cards with their dead comrade. This poem is possibly the most haunting.

July 1915 saw a tornado hit Saracens Head near Holbeach

Many a time I have enjoyed consuming warm bread, preferably with butter, bought from Marshals at Gedney Hill in Lincolnshire. Sadly no more the bakery in that shop has gone the way of many family businesses and is replaced by a Morrisons Local shop. I never realized that it was once an offence to sell warm bread until I spotted this headline from August 24th 1917:

When I worked in Holbeach there was an old boy used to come into town most market days from Holbeach St Marks by catching a lift with the...

In the bleak, noxious fens which to Lincoln pertain, Where agues exert their fell sway, Where the bittern hoarse moans, and the sea- mew...