A cycle ride to Hunmanby
It's July and only my second ride this year as leader of the 'B' group for the local CTC member group; the last was back in April. I missed the early ones through illness and, later, other commitments. It was particularly satisfying to have completed this ride up to Hunmnanby in North Yorkshire. All week the weather forecast had been unpromising, but in the end we felt just the tiniest amount of rain drops near Rudston. I even managed to top up the 'tan' on my legs and burn my nose a little.
It has rained every day since 🙂
Not long after the start of the ride we had a mishap. More specifically, a new, young rider clipped the wheel of the chap in front and came down heavily. I'm not sure how I managed to avoid running over him, but Francis wasn't so lucky and the two of them ended in a bit of a mangle, the young lad breaking our guest correspondent's fall. (Francis reckoned the two machines were magnetised: they were identical Wilier racing bikes.) Thank goodness for mums and mobile phones. We weren't waiting long before popping the wheels off the younger rider's machine and placing them and the lad's bike in the back of mum's hatchback. We all agreed it was fortunate that the spill hadn't happened in the relative wilds of North Yorkshire, and pressed on towards the coffee stop in Sledmere.
One of our number was complaining of a lower back injury, probably suffered whilst overdoing the gardening during the week. He took it steady to Sledmere and went home from there accompanied by another rider. Now we were five. The wind was strong for much of the day, but as we headed north east we made good use of it and kept up an average close to 20mph until we reached the slight climb from Wold Newton to Fordon. Another pacy stretch along Cans Dale towards the fairly busy, and lumpy, road that leads to Hunmanby. We made such good progress that hadn't it been that long since our first stop. I shared a pot of tea and surreptitiously snacked on my packup outside one of the two (or is it three?) pubs in Hunmanby. The sun came out and I had to protect my head as there was no shade. Perhaps summer had arrived after all.
After an initial climb out of Hunmanby it was mostly downhill now towards Rudston. Some of our group hadn't seen the monolith, so I suggested a brief stop. (Well, we are the Cyclists' Touring Club after all.) A slight drag out of Rudston toward Kilham (not on the road signposted Kilham) to reach Woldgate and a stiff sidelong breeze. The dark clouds over where we were heading looked threatening, but we needn't have worried. One of the few things I don't like about routes going out to the coast is having to cross major roads. From Ruston Parva we crossed the A614 towards Lowthorpe. It is a blind junction looking to the east and a car took the bend at some speed. We all made it safely across and followed the familiar route to Hutton Cranswick.
Often we don't stop for an afternoon coffee, but no one needed much persuasion and we stopped at the Garden Centre. I had a fine cappuccino and a very sweet slice of cake. We were feeling the efforts of the headwind. Two delicate tummies; a sore knee; Francis starting to feel the effects of his tumble; and another of us feeling his way back to fitness. We dodged the A road to Watton (I didn't fancy riding it in to a headwind) and took the snaking road through Kilnwick and Lockington before the mad dash along the B1248 to cross over to Etton. There wasn't much chatting by now and we broke up our formation once more as we followed the same route back that we had taken earlier in the day. A good, fairly long hard ride.