I was darkening the doors of McDs at 0610 in a bid to get some sort of head-start: at my speeds it’s about the only mitigation that I can conjure, hah-hah!
About as quiet as SkegVegas gets?
Yes, two hash browns. What of it, hah-hah!
And away…
There was a decision to be made: the scenic route or the slightly more direct but almost certainly busier road? I chose the latter and it was the right call, even if it meant slightly raised stress levels at times.
After Louth there would be quieter roads pretty much until the crossing of the Humber Bridge- something I was looking forward to…not only as it’s a fantastic example of engineering, but also it would mean I was over halfway point for today’s stage.
And welcome to some more interesting terrain.
Quality millinery on Eddy VI’s noggin.
St. James’ Church giving it plenty in Louth.
Rolling terrain is back in play!
I was very lucky with getting help from a decent wind outta da south for the most part…can we keep that in play for a day or two yet, please? No harm in asking/praying…
Word on the street is that there’s a bridge around here somewhere.
Well now!
This was meant to be the route after lunch, however…
After Hull there was a designated cycle route for quite a stretch: terrific..no motorists to get in the way of, right? That was true enough but the surface was a tad on the bumpy side for long stretches thanks to tree roots…so much so that I had to quit it and try some country roads that even Google was thinking twice about. In the event I had a result…they were generally smooth surfaces and only the odd vehicle.
Hmm, looks a bit lively over there. Where I’m headed!
All got a bit Lionel for a bit.
There was a decent build-up of angry looking clouds…and they were right where I was headed. Duly there was a little arcing’n’sparking followed by hailstones and then one deluge. No complaints as I’ve been lucky for a few days and there might well be a little more of that nonsense incoming.
A memorial to Halifax crews at the site of RAF Driffield.
The downpour suited some around…
It was a real tonic to stay in an apartment with a washing machine, two pubs not even 20 yard away and The World’s Finest Chip Shop a mere 50 yards away! Utter luxury, and I’m not joking. I visited the Co-op and bought some milk and cereal for tomorrow’s early nosebag…it’s a big one, so let’s see how best we can manage it.
Crashing here tonight!
Washing machine bonus ball!
Plenty of hanging space for clean Lycra!
Hunmansby chip shop is the best. No questions taken, thank you.
Rehydration protocol starts in the Cottage Inn…
And continued in the White Swan!
Where I indulged in the STP. Not remotely sorry either, hah-hah!
So that’s about it for today, although one question is where does The North begin? Is it north of The Humber? And the other thing is that the temperature drop is noticeable…and I don’t just mean because we’re going north- nope, autumn is here!
More yards gained!
And the tune is because I heard it this morning in a coffee shop in Louth this morning…it’s a thing of beauty!
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