Fenland Road Houses

Lincolnshire and the Fens are one of the last remaining centres for the traditional road house, the transport cafes that give respite from miles of flat road and apparently featureless countryside. They've changed since the coach stops of my childhood, Nissen huts and plywood creations with an obligatory jukebox and solitary pinball machine, but the homespun spirit remains.

The area was a fighter and bomber frontline in WW2 and the Cold War. A Hawker Hunter sits in the car park by way of a reminder.

The signage has more in common with the United States than Eastern England.

Motel, coach stop, museum, collectables.

The empty quarter

Type face heaven (or hell)

Miniature windmill, tractors, hand painted cast off something. I once saw a German bomber gun port pressed into service as a greenhouse nearby.

It's possible to plot the expansion of this wayside café from the architecture.