God’s own county? Really? I’ve heard Lancastrians say the same about Lancashire. Is this just a hang-over from the Wars of the Roses?
I could wax lyrical about my few days cycling the highways and byways of one of God’s own counties, but I’ll let the images speak for themselves. All photos taken by Edward Shirley.
‘Aloft’ in the north Yorkshire Moors, at 1200 ft.
The main objective of any ride….tea and cake!
Inspecting one of two Paul Hewitt bikes
The campsite….no shortage of space.
This café occupies the premises of the old Yorkshire Penny Bank. I tried claiming back the 6 old pence I left in my Primary School account!
Riding through a glen…..
Note the ominous hill in the distance….
The ‘bike shed’ at the festival….holding some 400 bikes