Christmas celebrations over for another year, it was time to work off any excess consumption. Grey skies greeted the “blues” as six gathered at Market Cross including the “long time no see” Dave 💦🏠. With only a vague outline of where we were heading, we set off to join up with the rest of the “Friday” gang at Manor House bringing our number up to ten.
It was agreed to follow Matt’s initial suggestion of heading towards Goodmanham then decide who wants to go where from there. Knowing which cafes were open might have helped the decision making.
By the time we’d gone through Etton and Holme-on-the-Wolds to the outskirts of Goodmanham we were still no closer to deciding which cafe to head for. Several of the group were needing to be back early so Pugwash suggested skipping the cafe stop and go to Kiplingcotes then up to Sancton and return home via Newbald.
Matthew left the group to make his own way home while the rest continued to Kiplingcotes. At the bottom of the climb it was decision time again. “Which cafe can we go to?” “Who needs to get home?” When choices had been made a little voice piped up “OK fat boy let’s go.” A sharp intake of breath and a surreptitious look around the group followed. “Whoever can she be referring to Chris?” Taking immediate evading action to disassociate themselves from the comment, Brian, Karl and Dave set off back to Etton while the rest commenced the climb up Kiplingcotes hill.
On reaching Sancton it was our final chance to conjure up a nearby cafe. No rabbits appeared out of the hat so we took the main road back to North Newbald before returning to Beverley harbouring thoughts of the coffee and cakes at home.