Lincoln-York 91 miles
I scrambled out of the campsite before the caravan and campervan set had stirred from their beds. It was chilly. Autumn is just around the corner.
A couple of miles into the journey, I had to stop and check that my new optician’s prescription wasn’t playing tricks on me…yes, I was definitely cycling across the Holy Land
….pity I’d brought the wrong maps.
But today, I was repaying the debt for the favours heaped on me yesterday…the head-on northwesterly wind had me screaming for mercy…..but, alas, none was forthcoming. And the one occasion it rained, it came so fast and furiously that everything (me included) was soaked before I could get the covers out.
I had every reason to let out a reverberating ‘Harrumph!’
And the weather wasn’t the only thing to surprise me today. Having set off on a light breakfast, I started hallucinating about bacon sandwiches….in fact, it came to a point when I would have happily traded my bike in for one, even a small one….But could I find a cafe? Not a single one, nor any little grocery stores, for over 40 miles. That’s rural Lincolnshire for you. They have yet to be fully civilised in these parts.
But when I did find a cafe, I ordered the biggest bacon butty on the menu…..justly heavenly!
So, into York, and to the venue at Askham Bryan College, where some 500 cyclists have convened for six days of local riding. I’ll be heading off on an 80 miler tomorrow in the company of the new CEO of the CTC, and the Chair of Council.
The CTC is a charity where all the management practise what they preach…..they ride bikes, and many of them seriously.