The Lincs link: sausage and potato curry — theguardian.com

My family’s arrival in rural Lincolnshire in 1972 was so out of the ordinary that it was written about in the local paper: “Winterton gives Asian family a warm welcome.” Another one of my grandfather’s snap decisions had led them there. They had escaped from Uganda and flown into RAF Stansted. At the registration desk, the official asked my grandfather where he’d like to go and whether he’d like to go on the dole. “No, thank you: just tell me where I can get a job,” was his prompt reply. The registrar said that he’d heard the Scunthorpe Steel Works were looking for lorry drivers. It was a sliding doors moment; we could have gone anywhere, but we ended up in Lincolnshire, far away from the other Asians. He hung up his suit, got out his driving licence, put on some overalls and a pair of steel-toe-capped boots and went straight to work.

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