Despite having a very late meal the night before we were all down at breakfast at 7am getting the other side of a good cooked breakfast. The chef had come in early just for us. We were all pleased that the stag and hen parties that we had met in the bar the night before did not disturb our nights sleep.
We had been joined on this leg by Mark Donoghue, Ali Minhas, Nick and Tanja Cooper and Ainis Vincevicius but Ayyappa was not continuing further. Yvonne's day started at 7am too, not with breakfast, but by making more sandwiches for us!
We had taken local advice and adjusted our route to head to Weatherby rather than Harrogate as this was a slightly less hillier route. It was a beautiful sunny morning as we set off, guided by local boy Mark D, through the deserted streets of Leeds. Soon we were climbing out of the city and followed a lovely wide and rolling road to Weatherby. The squeaking noise on Ainis's bike was rather annoying and when we stopped he realised that his chain was not threaded through his deralleur properly!
Ready for the off |
Coffee and cake by the old A1 |
It was then a matter of following the A168 north past Boroughbridge and on to Dishforth. This was a lovely quiet road and we all got in a big long line and regularly hit 22mph towing eachother along. Nick Cooper led this stretch for a long way. The boys on the mountain bikes did get a bit left behind but they soon caught up. We did get some strange looks from the time trial cyclists with their tight lycra suits and aero helmets as we sped past in the opposite direction.
A quick refuelling stop on the A168 |
Lunch at Northallerton |
With the skys noticeably darkening, but the southerly wind still blowing we set off again toward Darlington. It seemed like we were nearly home but we still had nearly 50 miles to go.
Next stop Darlington |
A very wet but happy crew at the Angel |
From the Angel the end was in sight and it was pretty much down hill through Gateshead. We had to stay as a group here to avoid being split up by traffic lights. It was then a final downhill swoop to the Tyne bridge. We bunched up and took over the inside lane ready for the photo opportunity but this was spoilt by a ambulance screaming past forcing us back into single file.
Home! |
Made it! |
A bunch of happy cyclists outside the office |
What shall we do next year?!
Richard Potter
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