A meeting of the COBRA (Crows Of Beverley Ride Again) was convened at Manor House to discuss the latest developments in the virus outbreak. There had been a report that a group of 19 corvids attacked a pristine lawn, turning it into a quagmire. Spokesman for the crows, Germy Corvid, suggested it was not the crows to blame and pointed the finger at the Extention Rabble.
Chief crow, Raymond, called for a fly out to the Eastern front, where reports of a “murder” had taken place. Don’t know about him, but the rest of us could murder a bacon sarnie. Captain Pugwash suggested the route for today’s journey to Ulrome. Eleven crows set off towards Etton. Seadog decided to show the strength in his wings and flew off on a lonely solo until regrouping at South Dalton.
Crossing the main road towards Bracken, Matty decided to reprise his role as copper on point duty to guide the rest of the crows safely across the junction. Given some of his antics on previous rides when crossing busy roads, it was no wonder the following crows were a little apprehensive about his enthusiastic encouragement to cross.
At the top of Bracken, the wind came firmly behind allowing the crows to fly with hardly a flap of a wing. On reaching Cranswick, Neil and Heather returned to roost but not before delaying the Captain in a futile search among his feathers for the phone number of the cafe.
The remaining nine crows continued to Skerne and Wansford. This time it was the turn of Matty to leave the flock as he returned to the rookery via North Frodingham while the remainder turned through Foston-on-the-Wolds. At this point we had intended to phone ahead to warn the cafe of our arrival but with a slightly depleted number Raymond decided there was no need.
The flock continued to soar on the wind as we flew our way through Kelk, Gransmoor and Lisset now accompanied by a light sprinkle of showers, before the final leg into Ulrome. The Granary was a welcome sight as we rushed for shelter in the “Great Hall” where the crows assembled around the long central table.
As we arrived, the restaurant was already busy with lunch time patrons, so service was slower than we’d expected. When it came time to pay, the girl suggested we should have called ahead to warn of our arrival….. cue red faced Raymond!
Heading back to roost, the sun had made a welcome return and as an added bonus the wind had changed direction and would now be helping our flight home. The early pace was taken up by Chad as we made our way to Skipsea then Bewholme before reaching Brandesburton.
On the way into Leven, we noted that Steve’s tail feathers looked a bit limp forcing him to stop and make repairs, much to the chagrin of Chad who was now only a few minutes from home.
On the final leg, Mark set the pace as we made our way on the cycle path alongside an extremely busy main road. The end of another wonderful flight. It’s not often we get a circular route with the wind behind for most of the way.