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Scopwick is just two miles north of camp, a quick twenty-minute walk up the road, hardly five minutes by bike.

An old mill between camp and Scopwick. Lincolnshire is very rural, and RAF Digby is out in the middle of farmland. Most all the mills they used to grind the grain look the way this one does now, derelict and gutted, although a few have been preserved and a few have been made into houses. You'll find them just about everywhere in the county, and especially around these parts.

The Royal Oak, a pub in Scopwick. Actually, the only pub in Scopwick, but a very nice one. They serve a good lunch, too, and I'm looking forward to dinner here. The name refers to the oak tree King Charles hid in while Cromwell's troops were looking to cut off his head.

A churchyard in Scopwick. Just one of those photos I had to take.

There's an actual babbling brook running through Scopwick in which ducks and geese play, just like in a Beatrix Potter book. I keep expecting the old author to show up and gut some rabbits.

A vine-covered house