Every year I get sick of riding on the Vale of York over winter. This year is not exception, it's not quite so bad this year as I've mixed it up by going due north sometimes, though the road back from Boroughbridge is now very familiar. It was daylight yesterday though, made a change. Another 200km DIY, on my own, only the second every lone DIY actually. I was meant to meet Deano at Escrick but he dibbed out due to having a cold. So I was alone. Soul searching on the long stretch to Pocklington. Second breakfast first though at the bus station in Cas. I amused myself by reading the headboards on the buses, thinking of the cool places those drivers would be visiting today, "Normanton", "Wakefield", "Fryston Ferry". I was looking forward to lunch, last time we did this route it was market day in Pocklington and Heicke's Imbiss was full, today it wasn't. I did notice another cafe, loads of bikes outside. Got my feet wet in a flood near Ledston. I listened in on a conversation at another table, some pensioners talking about cinemas 50 years ago, broadband, someones banking problems, quite entertaining.
It warmed up outside and my feet started to dry out. Not for long though, I had to go through another flood. Another cafe, got chatting to another cyclist, an old chap, doing 75 miles or so. He cheered me up a bit. Then to Boroughbridge. The home with no more stops. The final 65km passed relatively quickly in my mind though in real time they were only as fast as the rest.
Nothing really to say about the pedalling, it's the Vale of York, pretty unremarkable.
