“Weather forecast good for the morning……. atishooooo” said Sneezy. “Route to be depend…. achooo” sniffle sniffle. Doc offered some sage advice regarding his favoured curative in the form of a glass of hot whiskey. Given the typos, he may have been ahead of him on that front.
Sure enough as the morning arose, the sky was grey but no immediate sign of rain. Sneezy cried off suffering from… well a dose of sniffles. Turning up at Market Cross, the dwarves were met by “Wait a minute, is that Snow White?” “No my name is Steph and this is my Prince Gary. Can we join you for today’s ride?”
Turning out for today’s ride was Dopey Dave, Sleepy Steve, Bashful Barry and errrr Michael. Well he’s always Happy to ride whatever the weather. The route was first suggested by Dopey with some amendments from Sleepy. Heigh ho off we go.
Heading out by the enchanted woods the merry band made their way to Newbald then on to Hotham. On reaching the Cliffe Road it was time for single file with each taking turns on the front. In no time at all we arrived at Market Weighton. It was only a short hop from there to the Fiddle Drill at Goodmanham.
Happy was somewhat disappointed as eggs were not available for some reason, so settled for a plate of beans on toast instead. Dopey had to leave his rocky road tray bake, I’m sure it had seen better days. Never mind, the coffee was good and Snow White and Prince Gary kept us entertained with tales of “far far away land”.
The return journey saw the band heading for Holme-on-the-Wolds. Along the Cross Gate Road a large lorry came from behind. Being a narrow road the shout went out to pull over at the junction to Enthorpe to allow him pass safely, unfortunately Sleepy, true to his name, had fallen asleep at the wheel and carried on. The noise of a great big diesel engine at his rear must have woken him up as he then pulled over onto the grass.
A bit further along the road, Michael was so Happy with his newly installed turbo-charger, that he burst onto the front. In fact he was so Happy he behaved like a little kid, splashing in all the puddles. Unfortunately the rest of us were treated to impromptu shower, as his “mudguard”, while protecting his own backside, offered as much protection as a chocolate fire guard for anyone following behind.
From Holme-on-the-Wolds, we took our usual route home through Etton and Cherry Burton. The forecasters were correct as the rain started just as we arrived home.