When, on my travels, people have asked where I’m from, I tend to get a blank face staring back at me. Nobody knows where Lincoln is. Even a lot of British people.
This is how I’ve answered the blank faces:
About an hour and a half from London.
About an hour and a half north of London.
In the north.
In the east.
In the Midlands.
In the East Midlands.
Near Manchester (relatively speaking it is, I guess).
More-or-less on the same latitude as Liverpool.
About an hour from the east coast.
In the middle of nowhere.