In the summer of 1791, the future Viscount Torrington toured Lincolnshire with his nightcap in one pocket and a bottle of white brandy in the other. He was hampered by Ranger, his ‘indescribably stupid’ dog, admitted that too much port had made him ‘a little muddled’ when he visited Lincoln cathedral, and only just endured his night in Cleethorpes; but every night he wrote up his journal, which survives (complete with port stains) in Lincoln Reference Library. This illustrated talk follows him and uses his words discover the people and places of eighteenth-century Lincolnshire that he met along his, usually irritable, way.

Admission £4.00 SLHA and LRS members £3.00