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Planning a 300km Audax Ride

The local television news last Friday night showed pictures of flash floods in the east of Yorkshire, Sky TV reported 42mm of rain had fallen on the ground where Leeds Rhinos were to play in West Yorkshire, and the Ouse had burst its banks again in North Yorkshire. Ever the optimist, I took this to be Mother Nature’s way of wringing out the clouds for our ride the following day. We were cycling a 300km circular route up to Teesside, and I still hadn’t bought a proper rain jacket…

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Just after turning off Blakey Ridge, on the road towards Westerdale in the North York Moors

The idea was to have a dry run (pun intended) for a 300km ride I was hoping to turn in to an Audax event for 2013. I will need to move the starting point further south, but on this day I would start the Garmin at our usual meeting point of Cottingham Green. But first I had to get some sleep and, after going to bed later than intended after the delay to that rugby league match (Hull FC lost, by the way) I was restless, nervous even. I really don’t know why; this wasn’t a competition, just three blokes doing a long ride. I woke on the sofa at 2:15am and wouldn’t sleep any more that day.

At 4:20am I set off into a heavy – and not at all forecast – mist. Lights and hi-viz vest on. After picking up Steve we met Dave and left Cottingham shortly after 5:00am and followed the familiar route to Etton. After there we skirted Market Weighton, Pocklington and Millington as the sun began to appear. After crossing the A64 we kept to the ridge and headed towards Leavening and North Yorkshire as the mist returned to coat our clothing with fine droplets of moisture. We couldn’t see the distinctive church at Bugthorpe as we passed below it on the road to Malton and our first stop on some steps outside a shop opposite Morrisons.

After our morning break we went westward on the road towards Coneysthorpe, but turned right and crossed the B1237 at Amotherby. At this point the route was unknown to me. It was surprisingly busy and, until we went over the A170, poorly surfaced in parts. Most of the miles after Malton to the A170 passed through the Vale of Pickering, a welcome flat section after the lumpy north western Yorkshire Wolds and before the steady climb through the North York Moors. Normally I would have liked to stop at Hutton le Hole, a picture postcard village with a tea shop that was temptingly open. However, Malton wasn’t long behind us and we made use of the slight tailwind as we started the climb out of the village and on to Blakey Ridge.

I hadn’t taken too much notice of the profile of the ride here, and perhaps that was just as well. It was a long, steep drag for the best part of eight miles over the North York Moors. The Lion Inn marked the end of the climbing (well, nearly) and on another day it would have been a pleasant place to stop. But we kept moving and disassociated from the strain of the ride by counting dead sheep and by Dave trying to explain this jet stream business to me. We turned off the Moors road towards Westerdale and took the alarmingly steep road in to this little village that sadly no longer has the Youth Hostel I stayed at many years ago. The climb out is just as stiff, and Dave left me and Steve for dead. I let them both get further ahead as I stopped to take the photograph below.

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After the short, stiff climb north out of Westerdale, Kildale is over the hill, but not before…

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… the swollen ford

After the ford the road is very steep and very long to the top. Eventually we made it to Kildale and the tea room there. I was desperate for a cup of tea and beans on toast. Steve is originally from this area and pointed out the hill climbs he had ridden as a youth. At some stage we were overtaken by a car when there was no room. The driver of the car on the opposite side of the road had to pull to the side and stop as the impatient motorist sped towards him. In fact there were a few impatient motorists in these parts. There was a considerable number of cyclists, too, which was rather more pleasant to note.

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We had to double-back in Great Ayton after discounting this route as being a dead end. I had used online mapping software and it took us over this footbridge. In Great Ayton we should have turned right then picked up at an earlier point the quiet road this bridge led to

After sweeping through Great Ayton (and then coming back and picking up the route again) we passed through Seamer and along part of the return route to Coulby Newham and our furthest point of Middlesbrough Cathedral. We didn’t stop long and set off back. Steve would leave us near Middlesbrough to stay at his mother’s home for the night before returning to East Yorkshire the following day. Dave and I pressed on to our next stop at Osmotherley and the climb after Swainby.

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Our furthest check point: Middlesbrough Cathedral

In Osmotherley they were enjoying a summer fair. I ordered yet more beans on toast whilst Dave ate his sandwiches next to one of those fairground attractions that involve the punters hitting a sensor with a huge hammer in the hope that they can ring a bell. What with the Osmotherley brass band a few yards to his right I doubt whether he could have found a less restful place to hope to enjoy his refreshments. I was severely dehydrated and emptied the remaining contents of my water bottle before the waitress came to me. I asked her to fill my water bottle and I drank a litre and a half of water whilst my coffee cooled. She filled me up again when I paid for the meal.

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Osmotherley and its summer fair. Some of these runners had completed a 33-mile race

After too long a stop we set off towards Helmsley over the fabulous Moors road. Shortly after Hawnby we took a different route from the one I had followed a few weeks earlier. I thought the roads would be more forgiving, but actually they felt harder, and were certainly busier. We also came out on to the B1257 much further away from Helmsley than I had done last month. I didn’t enjoy riding such an undulating B road. We didn’t stop in Helmsley and took the A170 before turning right towards Harome. It was now baking hot and time for a strip down to short sleeved road jerseys. Although the route between Helmsley and Slingsby is fairly flat it certainly isn’t featureless and I did enjoy these mainly quiet country lanes, with their high hawthorn hedges protecting us from the easterly winds.

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Blue skies on the road between Helmsley and Malton

Dave would probably have covered 300km himself on the day, but we cut some corners and took the B1237 east from Slingsby instead of heading south towards Castle Howard. This knocked off a few miles, but we were both ready for another stop outside Morrisons. By this time the chairs outside a (closed) cafe had dried out and we took our penultimate break before heading towards Settrington. I swear I was thinking about how we hadn’t punctured when I felt my rear tyre deflate beneath me. Fifteen minutes later we tackled the last remaining significant climb – out of Settrington – and on towards the Luttons. From there it was Driffield, Skerne, Hutton Cranswick and all the usual suspects back to Cottingham Green.

I deliberately haven’t looked in to whether the local CTC group will support this as an Audax event – or even if they need to. I hope to tie this ride in to some charity fundraising for the St Charles restoration fund, if it doesn’t fall foul of Audax/CTC rules. But that’s for 2013. Next on the horizon is the 2012 Big G Cylosportive. I’m going for the shorter ride.

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Garmin stuff

Adding in the mileage getting to the start in Cottingham Green, then home, puts the mileage over the 300km mark for the day (around 190 miles)

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