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I felt it in my fingers, I felt in my toes… Nick and Ray get wet, wet, wet.

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The piercing heat of the sun forced all but the most fool hardy to search for shade however a group of fool hardy cyclists battled the punishing heat as temperatures soared above 40 degrees Celsius. Meanwhile away from the Tour Down Under and on the other side of the globe gun metal grey clouds sent a deluge of water plummeting towards East Yorkshire earth. Huddled together at the market cross father and son, master and apprentice, Ray and Nick waited in vain for the fellow Knights to arrive.

By five past ten and Nick and Ray had come to realise that they were the only ones foolish enough to believe the weather forecast (a point made only too clear by the fact the rain should have finished five minutes ago and showed no sign of abating) and that their fellow Knights would not be joining them and instead would be keeping themselves dry at home.
It was soon decided that although it was raining (a lot) and that the raid showed no sign of stopping the day was going to be quite a mild one and the precipitation was no reason to postpone the ride. So of Nick and his Dad went towards Hutton Cranswick dodging puddles all the way. Their rewards was a steaming cup of coffee and bacon buttie.
By the time the damp duo had left the garden centre the rain had stopped. However having stopped for a drink it’s fair to say both Nick and Ray who were wet, wet, wet had cooled down and they could feel the cold in their fingers, they could feel it in their toes.

The closer to home they got the brighter the day became and by one o’clock they had arrived in Tickton having ridden through non-stop rain, spray from the road and clouds the sun finally decided to come out. They say sun shines on the righteous; what does that say about Nick and Ray?