Despite the glorious sunshine, it was an inauspicious start to the day for Pugwash suffering a chain malfunction on the way to Market Cross. A quick dash back home to change bikes resulted in a slight delay to the start time, fortunately Mrs Pugwash was on hand to relay the message to the other eight knights assembled ready for the off. This included Chopper and Mark with recent wounds on display and making a good show of disguising any lingering discomfort.
Mr Moo’s at Atwick was the suggested destination so the fleet set off for Grovehill road and outward by the Weel bridge and Tickton. The early vanguard was taken up by Dave W until reaching the cycle path where Pugwash took up the running. At Routh we turned southwards into a light south-south-easterly wind. Some respite was had once reaching Beningholme lane. A new pace setter in the form of Steve “the power” McQueen went to the front, but not before pointing out an owl flying overhead on the hunt.
At Skirlaugh we headed for the Rise road where the going got a bit easier with wind now coming from abaft the starboard beam. The fleet faced another brief headwind as the road turned south towards Whitedale. Full sails were soon out again taking us swiftly through Great Hatfield and into Hornsea. It was clear there was a change of air the closer we got to the coast. The beautiful sunshine giving way to a much cooler air. Visions of sitting in the sunshine at Mr Moo’s quickly disappeared as the sea haar rolled in. After years of living on the east coast, the captain should have predicted this possibility. Sorry guys hope you were not too furious.
Refreshments completed, the consensus was to find the quickest way back to the sunshine. Corporal Jones took the lead as we headed for Bewholme then on to Catfoss. “Staggering Stalactites” he must have taken “quickest” to apply to the pace as well. Ming the Merciless was thinking he’d left a pot on the stove at home. At Brandesburton there was brief stop to allow the tail enders to catch up. The final leg saw us passing through Leven and back to the cycle path from Whitecross to Tickton. At Hull bridge the fleet started to split taking their various ways home.
Another superb ride, wonderful company and the brisk pace making up for any lack of hills.