Today’s route to Sledmere was proposed by Pugwash. Five Knights plus a guest rider Keith on a trial run attended at Market Cross. It was almost four plus one, but Colin with his reputation to uphold arrived with military precision at 09:29:55. I’m sure he hides around the corner counting down the seconds before finally appearing. 🤔
Matty led the adventurers to Cherry Burton via Molescroft before Chad took to the front as we continued to Etton. Now I know the outline of the route was somewhat sketchy but the first inklings that nobody had checked the map beforehand came when we arrived at South Dalton. When Pugwash indicated to turn onto Mere Lane, the first voices of doubt sounded from the group. “I thought we were going to Holme-on-the-Wolds” said one. Then a little later “Are we still going to Sledmere?” enquired another. A game of “follow my leader” ensued with Pugwash leading the “confused” through Bracken and up towards Southburn.
Some semblance of recognition sprang to mind as we hit the main road at Kirkburn before turning towards Garton-on-the-Wolds. “Ah now I see, we’re following our usual route but in the opposite direction” 🙄 Discussion then turned to which cafe we should stop at. First choice was the cafe at the Woodyard, however on arrival we found it closed. At least the decision was made for us as we crossed the road to the recently refurbished Coachhouse cafe.
The vanilla slice was a popular choice, but how are you supposed to eat one without getting in a mess. Matty showed one way by lifting the top layer off and devouring it separately. Karl then followed suit. After a vain attempt to cut the slice into bite size pieces, Pugwash gave up and did likewise.
Just as we were preparing to leave, we bumped into Norman and Marilyn. Glad to hear they were on the mend. Colin left the group after the cafe stop to find his own way home while the rest of us headed towards Helperthorpe before taking the road to Cowlam and Driffield.
Adopting Mathew’s suggestion of going via Nafferton to Wansford we could almost hear the “wheels turning” in the brains of the group. “Where are we going now?” they cried. “I’m lost now” said one, “I just follow the leader” 🐑 said another. All became clear once we got back to familiar roads at Wansford. The group then formed a “chain gang” working together as we made our way home through North Frodingham, Brandesburton and Leven. Another enjoyable ride with some sunshine and we managed to avoid the isolated showers in the forecast.