DAY 9
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Google Earth view: |
And the ride to date: |
The trikes spent the night on Danny's drive: |
Danny and Jude invited us in for breakfast, making ours before they had their own! Fantastic hospitality. We decided there should be an official setting-off photo at the pub, with Danny, Chris (the landlord) and Jude. |
The weather was again absolutely fantastic. |
Our east-of-Pennines route certainly seemed to be paying dividends. And yet another county dispatched: |
I suspect a lot of Roman roads in this part of the world. |
I know this area a little, and it's a four-hour drive from home ... |
We were going right through York, though it didn't look much like a city at this point. |
Obligatory centre-of-York shot: |
I thought lunch by the river would be nice. |
Now, this is a bank holiday weekend. York is a major tourist destination in this part of the world. It's lunchtime. You would think that every pub and tea-shop in the city would be gearing up with extra supplies and staff to feed the masses. This is the route we took through York in search of a pub that was serving food: |
There was no lack of pubs claiming to serve food. We stopped at two of those. Indeed, one of them had a special 'Bank holiday food' sign out. Neither, though, were actually serving food. And the one tea-shop we found was closed. WTF? |
One of the pubs directed us to one that was definitely serving good, so we set off for that. |
Yep, the only pub that seemed to be serving food was ... a Weatherspoons. |
By this time, we were 23 miles in. |
I had a steak pie and mash. :-) |
The GPS then wanted to take us up the A19 to Thirsk. The A19 wasn't much fun, so over lunch I plotted a route taking us off at Shipton and then up back roads. |
Donald had bought an extra mirror at the bike shop in Coventry and finally got around to fitting it. |
We headed out of York, the city that closes on bank holiday weekends. |
And back onto lovely roads. |
My quest for quirky vehicle shots meant a quick stop here: a restaurant with attached railway carriage hotel: |
Did I mention the blue skies? |
The road surface did leave a little to be desired in places. |
But you couldn't really fault either the view or the flatness of the territory. |
In fact, there were really only two things I could complain about. The first was that we had, for only the second time in nine days, a headwind. This made progress a little slower than it had been most days. The seond was that I'd forgotten to put a banana in my bag, and my muscles were started to complain. This problem was very neatly solved 40 miles in, when it was time for a cake stop. |
As one of the puddings on offer was a banana split. :-) |
Time was getting on, and the headwind meant that our plan for today was a trifle ambitious, so I recalculated. |
It was, though, a lovely ride. |
Crossing the A19 we'd originally been on. |
And did a bit more of later, when it was quieter. |
We ended the day in Borrowby, after 56 miles. This took our total to 506 miles, and - with our now somewhat straighter route - meant we were now definitely over halfway there. :-) |
The starting problem with Erica's motorhome hadn't happened for a while, but had reappeared with a vengeance today, happening three times - the last of them in Borrowby. |
The booster pack was now too weak to deliver the required power, so the man outside whose home we were stuck, Peter, came to the rescue with his Landrover: |
He also took the opportunity to have a quick play on my trike: |
He was a true gentleman, saying we could park outside his house, Donald could put up his tent in their garden and also offering a garage for our bikes. This was also the point at which Donald had to admit defeat: he couldn't make it to John O'Groats under his own power, having to enlist the help of passers-by for a push. |
And the trike garage: |
We were now two days ahead of schedule, not having yet had a rest-day. We thus planned a 60-mile day to get us to Newcastle, where Erica had a friend and Donald had relatives. We would then take a rest-day on Tuesday. |