.. Of mice and men, oft go astray. Raymond freshly returned from his winter “training camp” was full of enthusiasm to get back into the saddle. After issuing our detailed route instructions he then followed up with a list of “training camp rules”. Well who could resist such tempting rules… G & Ts, Wine, beach loungers, reading, music. What’s not to like? Perhaps that was what drew so many out of winter hibernation to gather at Market Cross.
We set off towards Tickton into a nippy easterly wind. “Feels like we’ve overdone the ice in the G & T” we thought as the chill seeped through our gloves. Raymond’s plan was to head to Leven and Brandesburton then loop through Dunnington. “Last time we were out that way, the Dunnington road was closed” advised Pugwash. “If that’s the case we can continue direct to Bewholme.” replied Raymond. Sure enough the road was still closed.
From Bewholme we headed north towards Skipsea Brough. After regrouping one encouraging voice cried out “The wind’s behind us now” as we continued towards Beeford. Our minds filled with joy at the thought of ‘Flying’ along with the wind at our backs as we headed through Foston-on-the-Wolds, Wansford and Skerne. Unfortunately our ‘joy’ was shortlived as we reached the Wansford road we were faced with “ROAD CLOSED” signs.
“Well what do we do now?” we asked looking around at each other. “Perhaps we can squeeze through or walk past” suggested one. When a car went past the barrier, we decided to follow and see what the situation was. However it was not long before the car returned like a dog with its tail between its legs. Just at that moment a burly workman confronted us to explain that the road was closed and there was no safe way through. “And who’s insurance is going to pay up if you run into one of us?” he added officiouslly.
Eventually we decided to change our cafe stop and head back to North Frodingham and Brandesburton. Unfortunately we were now heading back into the wind. There are times when that road feels like it goes on forever, even more so with an adverse wind. I guess that “training camp” has taken its toll on the legs. 🤔
Six Knights decided to call into the 10th Hole cafe at High Farm on the way home, while the remainder continued without stopping. After enjoying some great banter and a lovely lunch we set off on the short journey homeward.