We’ve had a wonderful long weekend cycle camping the Yorkshire Wolds, situated in the North of the county, in perfect weather. How lucky for us.
Early Thursday morning saw us packed and on the road shortly after 7.00am. This set the tone for the whole weekend. My DH is an early riser. It was a lovely sunny morning and we cycled through Yarm and over to Northallerton. The road at Worsall bank is in a bad state and we thought we would try to avoid it by going down Saltergill Lane. That road is even worse , as not only are there potholes but it’s rock strewn as well. So turn back onto our usual route. There was a diversion after the bank and all the lorries were going along our usual quiet road. But, the potholes on this stretch have been mended to cope with the extra traffic.
Once in Northallerton, it was on the road to Thirsk where we stopped at the river picnic benches.
It’s great to sit in the sun and eat breakfast. We always have the same, a granola type cereal and plain yogurt.
We also had a chat with a chap who is planning to cycle from Gravesend to Paris in a few weeks time. He was interested in our rigs and how they are loaded. Yes, we do carry a fair bit but we like to be prepared for bad weather especially after last years epic rain ride.
We then picked up cycle route 65, over through Kilburn and down to Coxwold and up the hill past Newbrugh Priory. We then took our own way through Oulston, Yearsley and Terrington. There were a few tough climbs but my lovely DH helps me out by pushing my bike for me.
After passing near Coneysthorpe and the entrance to Castle Howard, we crossed on a bridge the A64, into Malton. We called at a supermarket, we’ve used previously and bought a meal deal to have for our evening meal. We had to cycle out of Malton and briefly on to the A64 to turn off to Huttons Ambo.
Farmer Bob has let us camp on his land for 25 years. It’s just a field by the river Derwent, so this is camping at it’s most basic. We walk up to the farm in the village to collect water.
Having been here many times, we knew there is a foot bridge over the river but we weren’t sure if the exit to the road would be passable with the bikes. Bingo. We wouldn’t have to brave the A64 again, it’s a lovely spot.
Oh, I forgot to show you this little maze , seemingly in the middle of nowhere. It’s quirky but you never notice such things when speeding along in a car.
It was a beautiful evening and I got this photo as the sun set.
Day 2 – Friday 3rd May 2013
We started the day with an overcast sky but it wasn’t raining. Good. Here is DH taking his bike over the suspension bridge. It does bounce about as you walk over it.
We were on the Yorkshire Wolds way now but at the first main road B1248, we took a ‘detour’ so we rode down to North Grimston but I had to get off and push up the hill due to it’s steepness and the lorries using the road. At the top of the bank, we turned east to Duggleby, through Kirby Grindalythe and a nice run down into Sledmere. We, did have a stop for 2nd breakfast on the wide verge.
From Sledmere, we headed north through Helperthorpe, Weaverthorpe, Butterwick and crossing the B1249. We were fair flying along now into Wold Newton.
It’s a very pretty village with a duck pond. It’s got a great bus shelter which we used on another trip when it was pouring with rain.
The way travels easterly through Burton Fleming, Grindale and then over to Buckton. I have wanted to visit Bempton cliffs for some time and because we were near, it was Bempton for lunch.
There is a bird reserve here and we got to see a puffin through a telescope the volunteer guide had set up. He told us that about 500 puffins have been washed up dead. They believe this is due to the exceptionally bad winter storms and also global warming. They feed on sand eels and because of warmer water they are furthur out to sea. The puffins have to go greater distances to feed. All the dead birds were emaciatec. Such a pity as they make me smile with comical red bills.
There were lots of kittiwakes and gannets nesting on the cliffs. The guide said if there was an onshore wind, we would smell them.
We spent the night at a small 5 van site , Beacon House which is on the bank up from Flamborough. Rob, the owner told us a funny story about camping in his teens. He was stealth camping without permssion and the farmer moved them on at 1.30am. They hurried off and lost the tent pegs. Finding a nice flat piece of grass, they pitched the tent using knives and forks. On waking, they found they were on a grass tennis court. Hurried exit.
We had completed more than 100 miles.
I will post more later.