ONE OF MY EARLIEST recollections is that of seeing the sun shining on the walls and windows of houses in Caistor, as viewed from the road above my father's Rectory at Manton. I must have been about three or four years old at the time and I remember thinking what a lovely sight this was and wondering vaguely whether it was Heaven or Fairyland (the two were not very clearly distinguished in my mind). Then I remember the benign figure of Canon Westbrooke, arriving in top hat and frock coat to attend meetings at our house of the Brigg and Caistor Clerical Book Society, a venerable club, whose members dined once a month at each other's houses at two o'clock, a time originally selected for the convenience of the Reverend Charles Cotterill, headmaster of Brigg Grammar School, more than a hundred years ago.

Years later, when I was about to leave my theological college, I had to find a "title" and at a meeting of the same Society at Bigby, the Reverend A. J. Arch, Vicar of Caistor, asked my father whether he knew of anyone who was seeking a curacy. The outcome of the conversation was that I was ordained deacon in Caistor church in 1932 by Bishop Blackie (being the only person whom he ever ordained) and was fortunate enough to begin my ministry under such a splendid parish priest as Mr Arch. I stayed at Caistor for four years and was most happy there.

I am now glad to offer this revised edition of a little book which I wrote in 1934 as a token of the affection for the place and its inhabitants which I developed during those four years and which has never diminished.

PETER B. G. BINNALL