An urban cyclist takes to the hills
In my part of East Yorkshire there are things we have taken for granted in the past, such as bouncers in city centre pubs and Lada taxis. The dodgy taxis are gone, although the bouncers probably remain – for all I know. But this is a sad sight, I think. Why on earth should it be necessary to fit a protective grille to the control – or whatever this thing is called – on a pedestrian crossing? It actually doubles as a control for cyclists who ride the disused railway line that extends eastwards to Hornsea. It's not far from the National Cycle Route 65: The Trans Pennine Trail. In the other direction the track lasts for only a few hundred yards and then you’re on to a side street and, should you wish, heading towards the few hills that cyclists in these parts have available to them: Brantingham and Trundlegate.
This is a fairly grim section of a ride I sometimes do when I want to get in a bit of hill work. On the day I took these images, shortly after Easter, I had hoped to photograph the Humber Bridge from a viewpoint near Welton. Unfortunately, it was very misty over the Humber. Instead, and for no particular reason, I photographed a few village churches on this Sunday morning ride. It was ironic, really, that I was on a ride that passed these churches whilst my wife was in Mass in St Charles, where we were married. Cycling and church-going don’t go together too well, both being a Sunday morning activity, in the main. There is a Sunday evening service, but Mrs B prefers the morning one.
I had whizzed past these churches many times on short training rides. This particular day I thought I’d take my time and a few photographs. A few months later and I still can’t really think of a pertinent story to justify including them in a post, but here they are anyway 😀