81 miles in the Yorkshire dales and for about 55 of those miles we hardly saw another soul except a few at the top of Tan Hill. The Inn there is said to be the highest in the UK - I have no reason to doubt it. It is also the only place for about 20 miles in any direction where you can buy anything at all, let alone anything to eat. There were sheep, of course, but they didn't seem to understand much English when spoken to.
This was a super ride. And for all but 5 miles, the weather was kind to us. It took in North Yorkshire, Co Durham and Cumbria. Only three of us were able to make this ride for various reasons. So John, Clare and I met up in Richmond for a prompt start at 8:30.
The first 20 yards were fine - slightly downhill. Then Clare said we had to turn right and we immediately found ourselves on a vertical hill going up. This set the scene for the next 40+ miles. The hills varied from steady to steep - they went down as well as up, of course, but the down does not last long compared with the up. The 'Stang' was the worst with a nasty sting in its tail. 'Tan hill' was the longest, but at least there was the prospect of something to eat at the top. If you ever find yourself near it, you must go in Tan Hill Inn to experience the appalling customer service. But when there is no competition for 20 miles around, you don't need to bother about that, I suppose. This marked the 25 mile point and at that stage we had already done about 3000 feet of climb.
A few more bits of uphill came along with the most wonderful scenery. And unlike previous trips up here, we could actually see it. Once again, this creation in which we live is quite amazing. At the top of another hill we met two other cyclists coming the other way. It was John who cracked first and asked the inevitable 'How far are you going?' We were pleased to hear they were only doing 60 miles. The trick is then not to say how far you are going but wait for them to ask. Much more satisfying (as long as you win). That was a nice moment this time and, as it happened, we saw them later on going the other way, so were able to wave at them again. But at the bottom of the hill they had just come up, I had to admit secretly that I had some admiration for them. It was most enjoyable going down it!
Next stop was Hawes at 54 miles, in time for a late lunch - that is normal when Clare arranges the route. This 'lunch' was at 2:30pm - last time it as at 4pm. We found somewhere that did what must be the best soup in the world with an amazing decoration piped on the top (picture courtesy of Clare). We could have spent a bit longer there, but there is always more cycling to be done.
At 65 miles came the decision point. Do we do another 2500 feet of climb or settle for just 1500 feet. Independently, Clare and I had already opted for the lower way. We could have done the harder one, but sometimes it is better to play things safer. John is obviously much more reckless. So we took seperate routes from the road that leads to Castle Bolton where John worked out how to use the auto mode on my camera. Clare and I managed to find the one cloud that had rain in it (it is just starting to get itself ready in the background), John missed the cloud but found the big hills. He later told us that he would have preferred the rain. I'm not sure I wouldn't have preferred the hills. The ones we had were still testing and with the water running down the road, it was again a case of slower down than up. Having said that, a visit to Yorkshire definitely seems incomplete without the downpour. Come to think about it, sitting on a bike and staying dry is a pretty distant memory in any county.
But that did not destroy the memory of what was a most enjoyable, if somewhat tough, ride. All necessary to be ready for the 330 miles in September! Please make the training all worthwhile by sponsporing me.!