Friday, 12 September 2025

Stage thirteen: Hunmanby to Whitley Bay…‘Elevation’

In an alternating pattern, last night’s bed was sooooo comfortable that it was a bind to shake a leg, or two. Two would defo be better!

And away!

Insanely fine colours, early doors!

Fall/Autumn est arrive!

Definite whiff of oven chips around here.

Today was going to be an odd one: there was the slight matter of getting across the North Yorkshire Moors (something Imwas looking forward to) followed by getting through Middlesbrough, Sunderland and Newcastle on the way to Whitley Bay. But to be fair, getting through Scarborough was as difficult as anything!

So good to get into this scenery!

Un peu de vertical, Sir?

Well then, have some more!

Encouragement from a couple of supporters.

Cue the perfect geeeetahr solo from ‘Wuthering Heights’
The moors make you work but I can only recommend them unreservedly. Totally beautiful! And with that, the task of getting through those cities loomed large.


11/10, would recommend…will return!

One-stop shop innit!

Middlesbrough could’ve been worse: here’s the Tees Newport Bridge.


The route called for a spell on the A19: not ideal but it did have a rideable shoulder so we were okay. And on to Sunderland…
That answers the question of where it begins/ends. No it doesn’t!

Friday pm on the A19 was doable. Just.

Compare and contrast. Bueno!

Sunderland does it by bridge…



Newcastle did it by ferry! Only six more miles…
This was a tough day with 107 miles forward and almost a mile and-a-half upwards. My acco was basic but the shower was great. The unexpected bonus ball was that breakfast would start at 0630… fantastic!

No, not tonight’s acco!

This is though!

The Fat Ox! Not me, the pub!

What- fish & chips again? When they’re this good…

Sleep tight everyone!

Game of two halves innit!
And today’s tune? Seemed about right!




Stage sixteen: Cockermouth to Cartmel…’Up The Hill Backwards’

I made the understandable but school-boy error of peeking out the curtains at 0600 hrs and frankly wished I wasn’t going out there. Driving ...