October Revolutions

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Well that’s October rolling in already bringing along with it some distinctly autumnal weather, which of course has curtailed a number of the recent club rides. However all is not gloom and doom with the sun putting in a welcome appearance for this Fridays ride to Allerthorpe.

Eleven Knights plus one guest rider gathered at Etton under brilliant blue skies with a few scudding “mares tail” clouds. The dress code for the day was more like morse code, a few longs and a few shorts with the temperature just in double digits. The group set off towards Kiplingcotes passing “Grannies Attic” on the approach to our first major climb of the day, Arras Hill. Not too steep but soon had us all spread out with just a steady incline around 2-3% then ramping up briefly to 5% before leveling off near the main road.

After regrouping at the top we set off once more towards Sancton. Unfortunately the road was strewn with shingle and mud from “tractoring” and unlucky for Chad as he picked up a puncture just before the final descent. At this point the “breakaway” were too far ahead to notice. The rest of us waited while Chad set about the repair. Just as we’d set off to continue, Colin, Graham and Chris appeared having just climbed back up the hill to see what had happened. 😁

Leaving Sancton we headed for North Cliffe then along Sand Lane to the Market Weighton road before turning off to Harswell. At this point Ed must have been feeling pangs of hunger as he shot off the front like a donkey chasing the elusive carrot. He was not alone though as Seadog chased him down clinging onto his tail. The final leg of the outward journey took us through Everingham and Bielby then over the Pocklington canal to Allerthorpe Lake park.

For the return journey we retraced our steps back over the canal but then turned towards Hayton. After crossing the busy main road we headed to Burnby followed by the steady ascent to Londesborough before plunging down then up the other side of Intake Hill.

After a final regrouping we continued towards Market Weighton picking up the Spring Road to Kiplingcotes and back to Etton and home to end another enjoyable day in the saddle.

Friday The 13th

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There was no sign of paraskevidekatriaphobia (fear of Friday 13th) this morning as 11 Knights turned up at Market Cross for a 50 mile ride with a cafe stop at Hutton Cranswick Farm Shop.

In fact there was more superstition surrounding Michael’s proclamation that he was riding his new bike which our recently departed friend Iain assured him had never suffered a puncture. Given Michael’s recent history in that department it was brave of him to “tempt fate”. Cue multiple mock expressions of disbelief along with promises to carry extra spare inner tubes.

No sooner had the ride set off when we ground to a halt at the railway crossing where we had a “double whammy” of trains passing before continuing our way towards Weel bridge and onwards to Tickton. Picking up the cycle path to Whitecross roundabout the ride meandered through Leven and Brandesburton before reaching the Bewholme road. Turning off on to the road to Dunnington we headed to Skipsea Brough. Along the way though, we got into a “dog fight” when a little “ankle biter” Jack Russel appeared on the road and made aggressive moves towards Pug. Fortunately his bark was worse than his bite and no harm was done (touch wood).

As we regrouped at Skipsea Brough someone suggested that the Wansford bridge was so closed but with a bit of luck (fingers crossed) we may find a way across. Up to that point we had enjoyed the light airs on our backs and the sun in our faces however once we started to head towards Beeford, the “light air” felt more like a breeze. After Beeford, the ride turned towards Foston-on-the-Wolds and on to Wansford where we found the bridge was definitely still closed. “Oh balderdash” cried our route master (or words to that effect). “Sorry men, we’ll have to head up to Driffield and back to Skerne”.

Splitting into two chain gangs we set off on our extended journey. Entering Driffield we were once again held up by a passing train. As we waited at the back of the queue, Dave 💧 🏠 shot off to the front. “He’s gone to ‘conduct’ the train out of the way” suggested one wag. The final leg of the outward journey took us through Skerne to Hutton Cranswick. Eight Knights stopped at the Farm Shop cafe while the other three continued home.

The homeward journey saw us taking our usual route over Bracken to South Dalton (except for Colin who headed to North Dalton) and Etton and Cherry Burton to complete another very enjoyable ride in great company.

Here Comes The Sun

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… and what better place to go than the seaside. As the eighteen Knights gathered at Market Cross Raymond must have thought “Is it my birthday or are you all just pleased to see me back?”

Splitting into smaller groups, we set off through town to the Weel Bridge with Colin leading the “breakaway” group. At Tickton Grange we regrouped after trying to cross the busy road. “PEEEEEP!!!” Oops who was that we wondered incurring the wrath of an impatient driver. “He was going too fast” explained Neil sheepishly as he joined those already waiting. Once we were all safely across there seemed a reluctance to set off again as everyone was enjoying the blazing 🌞 and general chit chat. Eventually Chris took up the lead in the “breakaway” group until taking up “lollipop duties” at the junction to High Farm. Karl then took up pace setting at the front until the next regroup approaching Leven.

After a short breather Pugwash took off as front runner. Honest I was only trying to get ahead to take some “action shots”. Turns out there was a drama unfolding behind as DJ came off the worse following an “argument” with the pavement kerb. Luckily the only damage was to his pride as he was able to continue the ride.

After passing through Brandesburton we headed for the quieter road via Nunkeeling and Dunnington to Skipsea Brough where we paused once more to regroup.

Turning south we carried on to Bewholme along quiet single track country roads, enjoying the light breeze on our back and the sun in our face, eventually leading us past the Honeysuckle Farm and into Hornsea. Our cafe of choice for today was the Floral Hall where they coped well with the sudden arrival of horde of hungry cyclists.

Having devoured our refreshments, thoughts turned to the route home. “Which way are we going Ray?” we asked our route master. “We have two choices today” he declared. “First option is go to Mappleton and turn right towards Great Hatfield. Second is for anyone wanting a slightly longer route to carry on to Cowden and Withernwick. I’m turning off at Mappleton!” When it came to “decision time” it looked like everyone was going to follow suit but at the last minute four Knights opted for the longer route and better road surface offered by going via Cowden.

By this time the wind had changed direction, blowing lightly from the east helping us along the way. While the main “peloton” passed through Great and Little Hatfield to Long Riston, the breakaway group arrived at the same point via Withernwick and Rise. The final leg home took both groups through Arnold to Beningholme before reaching the Meaux road leading to Routh and back along the cycle path Tickton. It was another great day out with perfect cycling conditions and wonderful to see so many Knights turn out.

Goodlads Hunmanby Ride

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Eight Knights plus one guest Gary, met up at Market Cross at the earlier time of 9am. Following our usual route through town towards Weel Bridge we encountered little traffic and with the wind at our back progress was swift 🚨🚨🚔 too swift for some it seems. “Do you know what speed you were doing sir?” Jon asked incredulously before adding “22MPH!”.”Honest guv, I was only following the wheel in front”. Easing off the pedal (a little) we continued our journey to Tickton and Leven where Chad joined in the fray as we headed to North Frodingham, Beeford then Great Kelk and Little Kelk.

Stopping on Moor Lane we took the opportunity to reserve our table at the Pot Still cafe at the Spirit of Yorkshire distillery. Shortly after, we reached Burton Agnes…..and here endeth the flat lands. As we skirted round Burton Agnes Hall we headed into unknown territory for most of us except for Karl who must have picked up the scent of coffee ☕️ wafting in the air and set off like a foxhound in search of his quarry with the rest of the pack baying at his heels. After passing Rudston we continued north towards Reighton before the final run into Hunmanby.

During lunch Karl enquired “You haven’t recced this route have you?” referring to Hunmanby Hump. “How bad can it be?”. We soon found out. No sooner had we left the cafe when we came face to face with the “WALL”. Not quite the North face of the Eiger but a stiff little tester reaching 12-13% climbing 32m in just 360m. Suddenly there was a whirring of gears, like the sound of the paparazzi trying to capture the the appearance of a supermodel, as everyone scrambled to find a suitable climbing ratio. With lunch still lying heavily in our bellies there was not going to be any racing up this hill.

The next section was once again flattish but directly into the wind as we rode through Wold Newton, Butterwick, Weaverthorpe and Helperthorpe where we eventually turned south west to Sledmere and back to more familiar roads. After tackling Limekiln hill and over the Monument “bump” we were “rewarded” with the lovely long descent into Garton on the Wolds. From there, we followed our usual route home via Kirkburn, Bracken and South Dalton.

Riding The Blues

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Blue skies complimenting the blue of the club kit greeted the Knights as a larger group than we’ve seen on recent Sundays gathered at Market Cross for a ride out to Withernsea and the Blue Light Weekend. Michael volunteered as ride leader for the day on our visit to his “old home town”.

Spirits were high as we followed our usual route out of town over the Weel bridge to Tickton where Jim joined us to make a round dozen. Following the cycle path to Routh we then turned south towards Meaux before picking up the road to Beningholme. So far so good but things took a different turn as we continued to Swine. As we came to a bend in the road, Michael suddenly veered off into what looked like a farmers field. Visions of taking their best Sunday bike through a ploughed field led to cries of consternation from the back of the pack, “Where’s he going?”. Fortunately, on the other side of the gate was a footpath leading to a segment of the Hornsea Rail Trail.

Emerging from the trail, we found ourselves riding past Ganstead golf club before heading through unfamiliar roads to Wyton and Preston. Always a bottleneck for traffic, it seemed even worse with the addition of traffic control for some road works. We did manage however to “wheedle” our way past and continued our journey to Burstwick and Withernsea.

After a look around on the sea front we set off again, this time heading northwest with a slight breeze in our favour towards Roos and Owstwick before reaching our cafe stop at the Spotted Duck in Fitling. The journey must have proved quite a trial for Ian as he ordered a stiff one. “Sorry sir we don’t have any cognac, but perhaps we have some whisky” he was informed. “Ooh that will do fine……. for medicinal purposes you understand” he intimated.

While seated around the outside tables enjoying the food and the company, Jim began to get itchy feet and decided to set off home ahead of the group. “I’ll come with you” declared Ian. Just as they were about to depart Neil piped up “Hey Jim, have you paid for your tea?”. After “sheepishly” settling their debts they set off, unfortunately neither having much idea of the route home, a case of the blind leading the blind. Checking afterwards, it would have been quicker if they’d waited for the peloton.

The homeward journey went well with the wind mostly behind us as we pedalled through Aldborough then turning to Withernwick, Rise and Long Riston where we picked up the main Hornsea road briefly to Whitecross roundabout and the cycle path back to Routh and Tickton. It was another wonderful day out on the bike, superb weather, great company and a good route despite the few ‘unusual’ aspects.

Over The Bridge

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“Meet at Etton 10am” declared our illustrious leader. “Route out of Etton, turn right to South Dalton, over the bridge and turn left…”. At this point we were all confused. “Bridge? What bridge?”

The “mystery” must have intrigued many of us with 15 Knights turning up at the start point. “Where’s this bridge then Neil?” we asked waiting patiently for the explanation. A few minutes later, still none the wiser, we set off towards South Dalton. As we came to the bottom of the hill on the approach to South Dalton where the road crosses Beck’s Drain, “There it is!” cried Neil triumphantly. Underwhelmed would probably describe all of our reactions as someone shouted out “Call that a bridge?!”

With the “mystery” cleared, we turned left towards Kiplingcotes passing Dalton Park before turning onto the Kiplingcotes Race Course road and the climb up to Cross Gate. Somewhere along the climb, Jim noticed his bike computer had fallen off and turned back to look for it. It was not until we reached North Dalton that we realised Jim and Colin were still not with us. “They’ve gone back to look for Jim’s computer” somebody informed us.

After waiting a few minutes, Neil started looking at his watch. “We can’t wait too long. We don’t want to miss the poached eggs” he claimed before continuing on to Bainton then adding “Anyway they know where we’re going”. At the same time Michael decided to go on a wild goose chase and headed back to look for Jim and Colin. He got back to Middleton-on-the-Wolds with no sign of the twosome before abandoning his “search”. Unfortunately for him the two “computer hunters” had gone back into Etton in their forlorn search for the missing device then taken a completely different route to the cafe.

Meanwhile the main group headed from Bainton to Hutton Cranswick and the farm shop cafe where we were due to meet up with Mel and Val. Sitting around the table Neil began to wonder where Mel was. “You told him 1145 it’s now only 1130”. It was not long before Michael arrived followed by Colin and Jim dripping in sweat to regale us with tales of the search.

After the cafe stop some of the group took a longer route home via Huggate while the rest followed our usual route home. Soon after leaving the cafe, Pugwash began to realise there was something wrong with his cleats. As we headed down to Bracken farm, Puggy was unable to release the left side cleat and had to resort to the unfamiliar right side. Arriving at Cherry Burton he took the opportunity to get some help to release the offending attachment. Turns out that two of the three holding screws had fallen out. “No problem” suggested someone “Just take one screw from the right side”. Well it was a great idea, until we found there was also one screw missing from the right as well. “Now what do we do?” In the end Puggy decided to try and ride home with no cleat on the left. After slipping off the pedal a number of times climbing “Grannies Hump”, off came the shoe finishing the ride with just a sock on one side.

Here endeth another memorable ride with the Beverley Knights.

A Winters Tale… In June?

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Well the forecasters were at it again, filling us with gloom and doom and trying to rain on our parade. What to wear with such a mixed forecast would have been on everyone’s mind before setting out. Some Knights arrived dressed for summer…. it is over half way through June after all, others dressed for autumnal weather while Neil must have been feeling the chill with winter gloves and jacket.

We’re going that way Puggy!
Honest I’m not cold!
Say that again!

Our planned route today was to stay local in case the threatened rain put in an appearance. Initially we set off along the Molescroft road towards Cherry Burton before turning back to Bishop Burton. It was a welcome change coming to “Granny’s Hump” at the beginning of the ride instead of near the end. By the time we reached the main road though, Neil realised he’d overdressed and decided to return home to change and then join us later. From Bishop Burton the rest of the group headed past the pond and along Dale Gate to reach Walkington heads leading us into North Newbald.

Our route then took us to South Newbald and Hotham before ending up in North Cave. Finally the wind was now behind us, we continued to South Cave. At this point, two knights James and Graham decided to add extra miles and left the group to head off towards Gilberdyke while Puggy, Matty and Heather set off to tackle this year’s KOM challenge up Beverley Road.

Waiting at the top cheering encouragement was Neil along with Mrs Puggy. “Can’t stop” cried Puggy “My garmin says I’m not at the end yet” before continuing past the junction. After regrouping Neil asked “I thought the segment ended at the junction”. “Well yes so did I, but my garmin had other ideas” replied Puggy. “It better have ended at the junction” said Heather as she scowled threateningly in Puggy’s direction making him feel somewhat protective of the “wedding tackle area”. Her demeanour was not improved when Matty suggested with an impish grin “You can always go back down and do it again”. Luckily all was well as it turned out Puggy’s garmin was showing the wrong segment.

After zooming down to Raywell then along Eppleworth road we arrived at the Sails cafe at Skidby. With the sun still shining we opted to sit outside. Eventually the cakes began to arrive but with no sign of our drinks. Neil must have begun to feel restless and trooped inside to “gee things along”. The drinks did then arrive but minus Neil’s. 😂 A little later some darker clouds appeared in the sky making us wonder if we should move to a table inside. However Puggy looked around at the sky and predicted that the sun would return shortly. Sure enough, we were soon bathed once again in sunshine, however any bubble of smuggishness he may have felt was soon burst as Neil pointed out “Hey Puggy, you’ve got your socks on inside out”. On that note it was time to head home to end another enjoyable ride with great company.

Knights Landing

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“Weather looking good tomorrow” announced ‘Squadron Leader’ Raymond “Perfect for a ‘low level’ assault on the beaches of the Eastern front. ‘Take off’ will begin at 0945 from Market Cross.”

A total of fourteen Knights gathered ‘on the runway’ at the appointed hour to be greeted with grey skies and a light breeze. “Jings it’s cauld” was the general consensus as the temperature gauges barely registered double figures. Our refuelling point was the next topic to be discussed with the ‘Mere Cafe’ being cited as an option.

When the ‘green light’ was given the ‘echelon’ set off through Beverley. There was not too much ‘turbulence’ in the area so passage to Weel Bridge proceeded smoothly. Our eastwards ‘flight’ was assisted with a light southwesterly wind as the phalanx of Knights passed through Tickton and along the ‘flight path’ to White Cross roundabout. At this point the ‘Squadron’ ‘banked left’ towards Leven and Brandesburton eventually reaching the road to Catfoss.

At this point it was decided due the number of ‘pilots’, to change our refuelling stop to the Floral Hall. ‘Banking left’ again took the Squad to Dunnington and northwards to Skipsea Brough. After swinging round to the south, we faced our first ‘taste’ of head winds as each ‘pilot’ tried to maintain position in the slipstream of the one in front. Arriving in Hornsea we were confronted by a local ‘barrage’ of cars and traffic lights impeding our progress until a quick thinking Neil suggested a left turn on to Mount Pleasant giving us an open road to our destination on Hornsea beach.

After refuelling it was time for the return ‘flight’. The first leg took the ‘Echelon’ further south towards Cowden before turning west directly into a now strengthening wind. While some fired up the turbo chargers others tucked in the slipstream as best they could until reaching Withernwick. The next segment led the Knights ‘echelon’ to Rise and Skirlaugh. From there we continued along Kidhill Lane

On reaching the Meaux Road, there was a brief respite from the adverse wind as we turned North towards Routh before returning ‘to base’ following our outward route to complete another successful ‘mission’. 1

Sojourn to the South Side

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This Friday was pencilled in as an “Away Day” with a chance to ride in an area we don’t normally visit. On this occasion we decided to meet at the Humber Bridge car park before heading “o’er the water”. Six Knights took up the challenge for a sixty miler down to Caistor and back however Michael and Graham decided to add a few extra miles by cycling to and from the meet point. Chapeau 🎩 guys for your century rides.

The day began with a slight fog but soon cleared to leave some lovely sunshine. While waiting for Jon to appear we took the opportunity to admire Chads new bike. As Chad reeled off the bullet points, Michael began to salivate. Eventually Chad offered him the chance to have a trial run. “I thought you’d never ask” he said excitedly as he climbed aboard and began cycling round the car park. He was like a kid opening a Xmas present with a grin from ear to ear while Chad started to worry he’d never get his bike back.

Meanwhile, as we continued to wait for Jon, he was actually waiting for us in another area of the car park but as the 10am deadline approached he suddenly appeared looking for us. After crossing the bridge we made our way through Barton-upon-Humber to pick up the Horkstow road with a gentle climb of around 5km averaging first 1.2%.

The final section of this road features a very steep downhill run with twists, turns and gravel. We were so concentrated on avoiding any mishaps that we missed our turn onto Middlegate Lane. When we gathered at the bottom, Michael asked “Did you not see that junction?” Looking blankly at him, “Junction? What junction?” we responded. Having realised our error we decided to continue on the main road through Horkstow to Saxby. At this point, Michael suggested we take the next left which would bring us back on track. Unfortunately this turned out to be Saxby Hill, a short but very steep 9% climb.

The next part of the route took us over very pleasant slightly undulating roads south east towards Melton Ross, Croxton and Kirmington before skirting round Humberside Airport to Grasby then arriving in Caistor. Our cafe of choice was the Rock Foundation sitting on top of the hill outside Caistor with fantastic views of the surrounding area. As our drinks were brought to our table, one lady (the local version of the governess from the Chase) began to complain. “Why didn’t you say you all wanted tea?” she asked indignantly “I could have made you a big pot”. “Oh is there a shortage of teapots?” asked one brave knight. “There will be if there’s anymore like you” she claimed before muttering “MEN!” as she returned inside. We tried our best not to laugh until Pug suggested “Perhaps we should put our helmets back on!” “Don’t look at me” said Michael “She’s already had a go at me”. Still we had no complaints over the food.

While we were at the cafe Melvin, who’d been having trouble with his electronic gears, was unable to continue and arranged to be picked up by his wife. The first leg of the return journey took us a short way along the rather busy Riby road so it was a relief when we turned off to Fonaby Top. Thereafter we had lovely long slightly downhill run to Great Limber, Brocklesby and Ulceby.

After following the roads around Thornton Abbey we were cruising along the road towards Barrow with Jon on the front when suddenly he spotted a cyclist up ahead. Well that was like red rag to a bull. Immediately his demeanour changed as his head dropped and the pace increased as we all thought “We know what he’s doing”. Unfortunately for him he was not aware of the impending right turn to Goxhill. With the wind in his ears and the ‘bit between his teeth’ he failed to hear the shouts from behind as he continued the ‘chase’ like a greyhound after the hare, forcing Michael to chase after him to bring him back to the fold.

The final leg of the route took us through Barrow-upon-Humber and back into Barton before returning over the Bridge. It turned out to be an extremely pleasant day out with light winds and sunshine along some great cycling territory.

Back To School

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This Tuesday saw the Knights heading back to school…. and No… it’s not Knight school but a real bona-fide primary school. “Meet at the Cherry Burton duck pond at 0920” reminded Neil. Arriving at said “duck pond” there was no sign of anybody until Russell appeared a few minutes later. As we looked at our watches “They’re all cutting it fine” we thought but just at that moment the head of Dave J appeared around the corner of the nearby playground. “Hey! we’re over here” he shouted. You can take the ‘kid’ out of school but you can’t take the ‘kid’ out of the man.

At 0930 we assembled in the school yard of Cherry Burton Primary school where the children were doing a project on various forms of transport. We were welcomed by teacher Sarah. “Good morning Mrs Shepherdson” we chorused with impish grins on our faces.

After lining up we were introduced to the children who gave us a resounding “Good morning Beverley Knights”. There followed a short discussion on various factors concerning cycling. It was extremely uplifting to see so much enthusiasm and so many children who have bicycles. Shortly after, the children mingled in closer to our bikes so we could ‘show and tell’ about the bikes and the things we carry with us. To finish off our visit we rode around the playground in ‘convoy’ before departing for our scheduled ride.

The route for today took us to Etton then along the Kiplingcotes road to Market Weighton. The next challenge was the climb to Londesborough and onwards to Nunburnholme top.

After recovering we continued along the top then down to Dalton Dale into North Dalton. With the time pressing to arrive at the Cranswick Farm Shop cafe for our scheduled booking time, the ‘big guns’ set off ‘full steam ahead’ while the rest followed along behind.

The homeward journey proved somewhat tough as we faced a head wind virtually the whole way home. Despite the wind it was a very pleasurable day out with temperatures rising enough to wear shorts.