Game Of Thrones Season 2023

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The 2023 season is still young but many Knights have been out and “nailed their colours to the mast” in a bid to be “crowned” champion. In the battle for Stoneknowle Hill we have Colin setting the early benchmark with a time 6:18 beating Iain and Pugwash into 2nd and 3rd respectively.

In the “Charge of Burton Gates” Michael took full advantage of a helpful wind and set a blistering pace completing the course in only 44s to give a speed of 51.8km/hr (32.4mph). You can almost see the scorch marks he left behind as set fire to the tarmac. Currently in 2nd place is Barry with a very respectable time of 48sec by Colin and Heather both on 58s.

Meanwhile over on the Little Weighton “race track” you can see the tumbleweed rolling around the course as very few Knights have made an attempt so far. Perhaps now the weather is a little more conducive there will be many more taking part. Setting the early benchmark here we have Tom with a time of 22:55 knocking Colin into 2nd place with 24:16 and 3rd place going to Michael on 25:55.

A Ride of Three Thirds

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The old adage “it’s hard to please everyone, so just please yourself” has never been more apt. According to Strava, at least 15 Knights took advantage of the clear blue skies and beautiful sunshine to venture out to a whole host of agreeable destinations, although just four hardy souls joined this month’s BK Away Day.

With a proposed 8am Beverley set off by car and a 9am kick off at the meeting place just North of York for a 68 miler, this was never gonna suit everyone. And so it proved. Too early for some, too late for others. Too far for some. Perhaps not far enough for others. And judging by the recent comments on slack regarding ride starting times over the weekend (all in good humour of course) it’s difficult to get the balance right for all. Just as well we have a top notch voice of reason chairman to keep us all in check!

Anyway, back to the Fab Four of Chad, Mark, Stephen and myself (Michael). We arrive at our meeting place on time (well, two of us do) and by the time we’ve unloaded our bikes from the cars, we set off only ten mins later than scheduled – not bad. 

In truth, it’s an inauspicious start for me as route leader for the day. Having taken my duties very seriously, I’d meticulously planned this ride – or should I say I rode to find a suitable meeting place only a week earlier. And I’d spotted that immediately after coming out of the designated car park, the route clearly directed us across a level crossing. I forget this and decide to set off in the other direction, only to be reminded by a more eagle eyed Mark that I’d messed up already and hopefully this wasn’t a sign of things to come!

We go over the level crossing and are greeted with a bumpy gravel track. I start to panic inside – oh b***** – I do hope the route I copied from cycling plus magazine wasn’t a gravel route! My riding colleagues are quite rightly quick off the mark in the gentle ribbing department – “did you get this from mountain bike weekly?” jokes Stephen. I’m beginning to wonder, I must admit, but after about a mile we hit glorious pave. Phew!

Today’s ride can roughly be spilt into three thirds, with each third very different from the other. The first third – Howardian Hills -is gentle rolling terrain, not too dissimilar from our usual routes across the Yorkshire Wolds. We soon enter the picturesque grounds of Castle Howard before making our way onto the road into Helmsley. This is the one section of the route that I had been a little concerned about as it’s coloured orange on Komoot – which means it’s a main road. “We should have a rule that all away day route masters have to ride the full route the week before” jokes Chad. To be fair, I had thought about it, but given my ‘car park reccie’ the previous week was a 70 mile round trip and that the route itself would effectively double that, I reined myself in and told myself that as the main Helmsley Road was prefixed by B it can’t be that bad. And so it proved, as we all safely arrive into Helmsley for our first pit stop.

Bladders emptied, water bottles filled, we set off for the second leg – the North Yorkshire Moors. Clearly not having studied the route as much as I should, I’d naively thought that we would be nowhere near the major climbs and descents of the infamously bleak Moors. I’m soon put right though because as soon as we reach the top of a long gradual incline out of Helmsley, we spot a sign for a 33% descent. There’s a tight bend at the bottom too and a van greets us just as we try and negotiate it. How inconvenient – cos we slow down to avoid said van and immediately around the corner spot another sign of 25%, but this time it’s up. And so sets the scene for a muscle wearing, lung busting second third.

We arrive at the foot of white horse bank. We again see a 25% upwards sign, only this time the climb goes on and on and on and…. We all just about survive and, although we are 1,000 feet above sea level, we very strangely arrive at beautifully flat countryside more reminiscent of Norfolk than the North Yorkshire Moors. Our plateaud respite is soon forgotten though as we arrive at the descent from hell. It’s very steep and very windy, with a near 180 degree switchback on the steepest part with added gravel for good measure. At least three of us feel our back wheels lock. It is absolutely treacherous. At the foot, Chad asks would we rather go up it than down it. Stephen, a very fine technical descender says “definitely down” whilst I’m tempted to turn around to prove that would definitely not be my choice, but that would be just plain stupid!

With would be nasty accidents avoided, the rest is plain sailing with only a couple of so-so hills to negotiate before we glide into the pretty village of Easingwold for our much needed cafe stop. 

Bodies replenished, we set off for our final third and it could not have been more different to the preceding one. That’s because we are back in the Vale of York and we make solid progress on the glorious flat for the last 20 miles. We quickly make our way back to the car park with our bodies slightly more burnt than they had been 6 hours earlier when we set off. I mean who brings sun cream with them in May? Ah well, thanks for the marvellous company and great ride :+1:

Hebridean Way Day 4

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Stornoway to Butt of Lewis

Today was the final 56 mile leg of our journey, leaving Stornoway to reach the Butt of Lewis the most northerly point on the island. Once there, we had two options. For those who were up for it they could cycle back to Stornoway or make use of the laid on transport. Andy V, Mike, Matt and Helen decided to go the whole hog and set off early while the rest left shortly after. Disappointingly the morning was rather damp but did clear up as the day went on.

The first section saw us heading west along the Pentland road starting with a steady incline averaging 1-2% over 4 miles. The day was dull with a moderate breeze from the south. After only 12 miles we came to the Callanish Stones where we stopped for some sight seeing and a coffee break.

Mike posted a beautiful ‘picture’ of the Callanish Stones and tried to claim he was up early enough to catch the sunrise, however he was very soon rumbled when the same ‘picture’ was spotted in the visitor centre. Just as we were about to leave, Simon noticed he had a puncture. Fortunately for him AndyB happily served as ‘domestique’ and set about replacing the inner tube for him. When it came to inflating the tyre, Andy opted for the manual approach, but as his hand pumped up and down like a piston on overdrive, it led to some rather lewd comments.

Having ‘communed with nature’ at the Stones, it was now time to focus on the final leg of our epic journey. Joy oh joy, the wind was mostly from behind. The road ran along the North West edge of the island and was gently undulating giving enough momentum on the downhills to cruise to the top of the next ramp. On reaching Barvas our small group stopped briefly to stock up on any food we were carrying.

Continuing north through Borve we eventually arrived at Port of Ness. However this was not the end as we turned onto a single track road leading to the Butt of Lewis lighthouse some 2-3 miles further on. Around half way there we came across the ‘leading bunch’ already making their way back. None of us envied their task of the 56 mile route back into a head wind and cheered them on the way as they passed by. Shortly after, we also reached our target so the celebrations could begin.

With an hour or so to spare for the ‘pickup’ we arranged to meet at the Breakwater cafe in Port of Ness where we all enjoyed a lovely lunch before the transfer back to Stornoway. Later in the evening we all gathered at the Boathouse restaurant to celebrate and reminisce about our great achievement before returning to the hotel and a little sing-song in the lounge before bed.

All in all it was a wonderful experience in excellent company, creating memories which will last a lifetime and we were somewhat fortunate with the weather mostly in our favour. All too soon it was time for the return ferry to Ullapool where we were then transported back to Oban. A huge thank you to everyone who helped make this such an enjoyable trip. Hope to see you all again soon.

Hebridean Way Day 3

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Part 1 Lochmaddy to Beneray

First objective for the day was to reach the ferry terminal on Beneray Island in good time. It was only 11 miles and with a following wind but the next ferry was not until 2 hours later thus we all set off relatively early. The morning was cloudy and dry with a moderate breeze from the south-south-east.

Heading northwest from Lochmaddy with the wind filling the ‘spinnaker’ we made quick progress as we retraced our steps from the previous day to Minish and Blashaval before turning north to reach the Beneray causeway and the ferry terminal.

Part 2 Leverburgh to Stornoway

Landing at Leverburgh we loaded the bags onto the taxi and set off to tackle the 56 mile route to Stornoway starting with the ominous looking climb to Rodel. This took us to our southernmost point of the island before heading northeast on narrow single track roads. The terrain was rather rugged with granite type rock covered sparsely with wild grass interspersed with occasional glimpses of the sea. The road to Manish zig-zagged and undulated with tight bends and the narrowness of the road along with the amount of gravel in the centre, made manoeuvring round the corners a little tricky not to mention the number of sheep wandering across the road.

The plan for today was to lunch in Tarbert where we were to be joined by Matthew’s wife Catherine. On arrival we stopped so he could find out where she was. It turned out that there has been a mix up in communication and she wasn’t arriving until the following day. Meanwhile Neil had been completing ‘laps’ in the local fire station forecourt. It must have given him ESP as he announced that everything was closed in Tarbert and we should carry on and find something along the way. “D’ye nae ken laddie, we dinnae wurk on the sabbath”. Less than convinced, Matthew pleaded “What if we don’t find anything open?”. Despite his protestations we continued, eventually coming across the Arisaig Filling station where we discovered an outside tap so at least we could top up water bottles.

As the time went on and the gradient headed upwards into the clouds making the temperature feel rather cold. Turns out what separates Harris from Lewis is a lumpy mountainous region. Once over the top our little band stopped briefly at Clisham car park and chance to use up any energy bars we had. “I get hangry when I don’t get to eat” declared Mr Grumpy fixing Neil with a withering stare.

After leaving the car park the terrain was a bit more undulating skirting the edge of Loch Seaforth from Scaladale to Balallan and offering some stunning scenery. With the wind mostly on the ‘ starboard quarter’ our progress was relatively swift. Which was fortunate as we were beginning to feel like a hungry bear emerging from hibernation. Luckily our small group were able to check in immediately to the Crown Hotel and made straight for the bar. “Any food available?” we enquired. “Sorry the kitchen is closed but there’s free peanuts”. Well beggars can’t be choosers.

While we rehydrated, Simon had found a curry house nearby which (a) was open and (b) didn’t need booking so off we went in search of well earned sustenance. The service didn’t fill us with confidence but the curry was well worth the wait. As an added bonus, Simon picked up the ‘tab’ and wouldn’t let us settle up so a huge thank you Simon.

Hebridean Way Day 2 Uist

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Daliburgh to Lochmaddy

Today was the first big challenge for our band of adventurers with a 64 mile ride including 2030ft of climbing from South to North Uist. Luckily the wind had now “backed” to south-south-east so would mostly be assisting us. Unluckily it was rather ‘driech’ as they say in Scotland with grey skies and a light drizzle. “Let’s have a later start” suggested Helen hopefully “The forecast is to improve a little then”. With dinner at 7pm and no ferries to catch we all agreed. Breakfast was a simple affair this morning, no ‘Full Scottish’ here. Scavenge what you can find. 

Once the bags were loaded into the taxi it was a case of “Well, what do we do now?” as we huddled in the shelter of the bike shed. “I don’t like cycling in the rain” grumbled one voice followed by a low murmur of assent. Eventually one brave optimist piped up “It’s easing off a bit now. I’m up for it”. Reluctantly the others agreed and got ready to mount up buoyed by the thought of the wind from behind. No, not that kind Matthew! 

The route North from Daliburgh to the turn off at Bornish was lightly undulating, passing on the way Flora McDonald’s house. At this point we turned towards the west to hug the coastline through Ormacleit returning to the main road after Howbeg. Continuing north through the lovely countryside surrounded by numerous lochs and moorland type landscape we reached the statue of The Lady of the Isles which stands on the side of Ben Ruabhal.

Lunch for today was to be at the Kirkibost cafe on Benbecula, however when we arrived it appeared to be closed. “Let’s keep going there’s bound to be something else along the way” was the general consensus.

Finally the drizzle eased off as we came across Richard parked up with his campervan ‘observing the birds’ at what came to be known as ‘Stinky Beach’. “Why would you stop here?” enquired one rider. “I’m looking at Sanderlings, Oystercatchers and Greylags” informed Richard. “I’m surprised he can identify them from here” muttered Matty. “Yes, but have you seen the size of his ‘lens'” someone commented saucily.

Eventually after passing Benbecula airport we stumbled upon McClean’s bakery shop where sandwiches, pies and drinks were on sale so we set up a makeshift cafe in the lee of the shop.

With the shop about to close at 1pm and the ‘rearguard’ still 30 mins away, Neil asked if the shop would remain open until they arrived, however the response was less than encouraging. Instead he bought up some supplies and left them with Richard in the campervan, a gesture that was really appreciated later.

Leaving Benbecula we crossed several causeways linking the islands of Grimsay and North Uist where we again hugged the west and North coastlines eventually reaching Lochmaddy via Malaclate and Minish. At the sign indicating the outskirts of the town a voice cried out “Boy am I pleased to see that”.

Hebridean Way Day 1 Part 2

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Eriskay to Daliburgh

The ferry trip from Barra took only 40 minutes. The “clansmen” made landfall on the island of Eriskay following in the footsteps of bonnie prince Charlie who landed here in 1745. Eriskay is also famous for being the original Whisky Galore Island when in 1941 the SS Politician ran aground with a cargo of whisky. 

After loading the bags onto the taxi we set off to continue our quest. Once again we faced strong defences in the form of a 5% average climb around Ben Cracabhaig with gradients touching 16% in places. Our time on Eriskay however soon came to an end as we reached the causeway leading across to South Uist after only a few miles.

Once on the other side we “docked” at the Kilbride Cafe for some well needed sustenance. It seemed like the whole world had the same idea with all tables soon occupied and no one wishing to sit outside in the chilly wind. 

Suitably fed, we resumed our northward trek passing North Smerclete and the Lady of our Sorrows. An apt name for such an incongruous structure and quite the ugliest church I’ve ever seen. Leaving the church behind we turned to the coast road where the ‘clans’ continued to ‘make way’ north through North Boisdale and Kilpheder eventually reaching Daliburgh West. From here we started to “tack” inland with a full on head wind towards the main town of Lochboisdale in search of a suitable ‘watering hole’ to pass the time until we could check into our lodgings. The Lochboisdale Hotel provided just the right setting for our ‘pit stop’ where Simon and Andy showed they had a thirst equivalent to a formula 1 car.

A short while later we all returned to base camp at Uist Travel Accommodation leaving Simon & Andy to continue ‘rehydrating’. Dinner for this evening was arranged at the Borrodale Hotel a short walk from the digs. As we all assembled around the table there was still no sign of our ‘formula 1 drivers’. Speculation began to fly around “Perhaps they are still at the hotel or maybe fallen asleep”. Such fears were unfounded though as they waltzed in the door to join us.

Hebridean Way Day 1

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Part 1 – Vatersay to Ardmore

The day dawned with grey skies and a cool moderate breeze from the East. First objective was to reach the official start of the Hebridean Way towards the southern end of Vatersay Island. This was easier said than done as the locals had strong defences in place. Before we’d had a chance to warm up we faced a stiff climb from Nask to the War Memorial reaching gradients of 8-12%. On making it over the top, among all the gasps for air, a comment was heard “Well that’s warmed things up a bit”. We were rewarded for all that effort with a lovely sweeping winding downhill to the southern tip of Barra which is then linked to Vatersay by a causeway.

The road then followed the Eastern coast of the island where there is a memorial to the crew members of a catalina which crashed on Vatersay in 1944. With heads bowed our group raced on until reaching Vatersay village. “Now where do we go?” we asked looking round at each other and for some indication of the ‘start point’. Just then, a breathless Neil came up behind us yelling some colourful language “Hoi you numpties, (or words to that effect) you’ve already passed the start. It’s about mile further back”. With sheepish faces, the ‘flock’ about turned to follow Neil back to the official start.

Photo op completed, it was time to retrace our route back towards Castlebay including the steep climb back to Nask. From there our route headed up the west coast of Barra through Borve and hugging the beach to Allasdale before heading inland to the ferry terminal at Ardmore.

A Bowlful of Gruel

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“This Friday’s route is a little like school custard” suggested route master Mr Bumble “It’s lumpy but satisfying. Line up at the ‘Light Dragoon canteen’ at 10am if you want some”. After a few assented, one brave ‘boy’ ventured “Please sir, can we have some more?” he enquired tentatively before clarifying “.. more early. There’s a chance of rain in the afternoon and I wouldn’t want to dilute our custard.” Within minutes while most of us donned ‘tin hats’ and dived for cover, Matthew adopted his best Frankie Howard impression “Ooh er missus. Careful Melvin” he warned “You may getya assresized!” However “Mr Bumble” was in benevolent mood assuring us all that we should be home before the rain arrives.

The day dawned with bright sunshine but with a stubbornly strong wind from the south west. Eleven Knights turned up to sample Mr Bumble’s ‘lumpy custard’. However at the appointed hour, no-one seemed keen to be first ‘in the queue’. Eventually Norman took up the mantle leading us into the breeze, figuring that if he’s on the front everyone would have to go at his pace.

The first taste of the “gruel” on offer soon arrived as we turned towards South Dalton and headed upwards to Holme-on-the-Wolds. Maintaining our ‘sedentary’ pace we reached the top mostly together. “Well that wasn’t too bad” suggested some. The next course was a short ‘flattish’ aperitif but almost directly into the wind followed by some more ‘lumpy’ bits and a final ‘chaser’ into Middleton-on-the-Wolds.

“Are we ready for some more?” asked Mr Bumble as we continued to devour our way through to North Dalton. Now it was time for the “hor d’oevre” as we turned into the wind along Dalton Dale towards Warter. On reaching our turn off, Norman cried out “I want some Nunburnholme! Aren’t we going to Nunburnholme?” “Sorry sir, Nunburnholme hill is not on the menu today but we are going to the top of Nunburnholme”. “But I’ve brought my best ‘bib and tucker’ just for the occasion! This way is cheating” he cried.

After polishing off the “hor d’oevre” we felt on “top of the World”….well at least the top of Nunburnholme. The next appetiser saw us all heading downhill to Londesborough. The pleasure such a “cruise” was somewhat tempered by the continual barrage from the side wind. “Not often you have to peddle downhill” was one comment overheard. The “main course” soon arrived as we were presented with Intake Hill and a side of Market Weighton followed by “leg of Goodmanham”.

Finally it was time for a little breather as we headed for the Fiddle Drill. Having given our “digestive juices” a rest, Mr Bumble asked “Does anyone want some more?”. “Can we have our pudding now?” asked one speculatively. “Pudding!” bellowed Mr Bumble “How can you have any pudding when you haven’t finished your meat? There’s still a climb to the top of Cross Gate!” Setting off from the cafe there was the sound of gnashing teeth, either that or grinding gears as we finally came to the “sweet course”.

With the wind now firmly behind we began to “melt” downhill faster than an ice-cream in the desert. Indeed we enjoyed it so much we all cried out for MORE! so instead of turning off towards Kiplingcotes as planned we continued back to Holme-on-the-Wolds.

The “final course” was now ready as we headed back into the wind accompanied with a “dish of Etton Mess” followed by a cocktail with a Cherry Burton on top. “Anyone got room for more?” asked Mr Bumble “Oh go on then. Just a wafer thin mint” at which point we set off to tackle “Granny’s Hump”. Now at the end of the meal we could sit back and relax and reflect on the generosity of our “host” and can agree that indeed it was all rather satisfying.

Sergeant Pepper’s Cycle Club Band

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“Message from Tracy Island” cried out Sergeant Pepper trying to drum up some company for a sedentary ride to Hutton Cranswick. “Sedentary?” asked one voice “Isn’t that some kind of rock?”. “No, it’s the stuff you find at the bottom of a glass of home brew” ventured another. “Well I prefer Indieous” said another. Speaking of which, after our recent spell of Arctic Monkeys and Cold Play it seems a long time since the last Friday group ride.

“Forgive that little intrusion, where was I? Oh yes, hallelujah it’s not ‘Raining Men’ and forecast looking good so Thunderbirds are Go! Meet at Manor House 0945”. Renditions of “I’ll be there” rang out from many quarters. However there is always one who wants to spoil the party. “We won’t be there, we’re cycling in sunny Tenerife” declared Neil, posting pictures just to add to our jealousy.

And that’s when the confusion started. “I’ll be there” said Pugwash which heralded a tongue in cheek comment “What Tenerife? Good effort Capt”. The musing continued when Stephen suggested his ideal commute would be between skiing in the Alps and Tenerife on the bike. The ‘wag’ then responded with a strava picture of said commute showing 6 days 5 hours by bike. “I’ll be there” added Michael. “Ooh where are you staying Michael? We’re heading up Mt Teide tomorrow” enquired Heather. Must be all that sun going to their heads. 🤔😉

No such luck here, as the dark clouds continued to obscure the sun. Ten Knights eventually turned up at Manor House setting off at a gentle pace towards Cherry Burton and Etton. A great chance to catch up with tales of Christmas and New year adventures. Our route today took us past the duck pond at South Dalton onto the Bracken road to Southburn and looping round to the Cranswick Farm Shop.

For the return journey, Matt and Michael set off ahead of the rest to attend prior appointments. Just as the bunch were getting ready to leave the cafe, we were joined by Steve Guest. Unfortunately for him there was no time for a bacon sarnie or cake. The route home took us back down the Bracken road, retracing our ‘steps’ through South Dalton and Etton.

It was great to be back outside and in wonderful company once more for the first Friday ride of 2023. We look forward to many more.

Spurred on to Spurn

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Six Knights, all booted and spurred, met at the earlier time of 0830 for a longer journey to Spurn Discovery Centre. Just in case the planned 100 miles was not enough, Mark decided to add a further 35 miles by cycling to and from home. Chapeau 🎩

The roads were still quiet at that time on a Sunday morning making it a breeze through town to Weel Bridge, Tickton and Routh. From there we turned south to Meaux and on to Skirlaugh. Considering that the ride was around 100 miles, the pace was quite high, especially when the main protagonists, Markus Vingegaard, Wout van Powers, Michael Pogacar, Matteo Ganna hit the front.

From Skirlaugh our route took us via Rise to New Ellerby. When we stopped briefly at a junction leading to New Ellerby Pugwash Voight took the opportunity to snack on an energy bar and in the process lost the back wheel of the group as Pogacar decided to attack up Lambwath Hill. Trying to chew a mouthful of energy bar while sprinting uphill to catch up is not recommended. Next up was Marton then on past Burton Constable. I couldn’t help thinking that this would often be our cafe stop. “How far have we to go?”

At Humbleton we turned onto pastures new for most of us, heading through Danthorpe, Owstwick and Rimswell eventually closing in on Withernsea. We knew we were getting close when a voice cried out “I can see the lighthouse!”

The Pier Towers

After a short refreshment stop, we were back in the saddle. Immediately, Pogacar went on the attack. “Has he got his live Strava segments on?” enquired Pugwash. “No he’s only racing ahead to get some photos”.

The Peloton
Wait for me!

Leaving Withernsea we followed the coastal road through Holmpton and Out Newton into Easington and the final few miles past the eastern most village in Yorkshire at Kilnsea taking us to the Spurn Discovery Centre.

After a lovely lunch, it was time for the return journey. First passing back through Kilnsea and Easington we then took the Hull road through Skeffling and Welwick to Patrington. Turning towards Patrington Haven we faced various head and cross winds as we wound our way around the quiet roads of Sunk Island.

At Stone Creek we pulled over briefly to allow a car to pass. Mark took the opportunity to reapply some lube to his nether regions. As he rubbed away vigorously a blissful look appeared on his face. “Ah that’s better” he said “Anyone else want some?” obviously wishing others to share in this enjoyment. His offer was met by numerous “No thanks Mark” but in a final attempt at encouragement he added “You can apply it yourself!”

At this point in the ride we were actually closer to Immingham than Hull. The former we could see the cranes of Immingham Bulk Terminal across the river Humber. Starting off again Pugwash Voight took the lead with the wind now behind helping us all the way to Thorngumbald.

Shortly after passing Burstwick Sharrina Vos was feeling a little let down in the tyre department. Soigneur! S’il vous plais. Team Powers got set to change the inner tube. It didn’t quite go to F1 precision. When it came time for inflation a loud pssst was heard by the onlookers as the co2 cartridge lost its charge into the ether. Oh dear, more global warming. 😂

Our next stop was at Sproatley where we called into the local Post Office shop to top up with supplies before the final leg home. Taking the Park Road behind Burton Constable we were back on familiar roads to Coniston and Swine. On reaching the end of Beningholme Lane we turned south towards Wawne eventually passing through Kingswood to Dunswell. After taking a loop around Thearne we returned to Beverley via Long Lane.