Posted by: brendaintheboro | August 14, 2016

Set back

Cycling took a bit of a back seat this week. First we had some unseasonably high winds, and when I did go out only managed about 25 miles in total for the week. Unfortunately, the problem wasn’t so much the winds , as a painful right leg. Fortunately though both DH and myself have had a lot of training in massage and manipulation , so have been able to realise it is a muscular problem in both the Sartorius and gastrocnemius muscles. I really think  i strained it while on my Northumbrian tour, but being the obstinate person I am, I just pushed myself. Then cycling in some of the winds , the muscles had had enough and started screaming at me. 

So on Thursday, I couldn’t cycle and decided to sew. Well that involved standing to cut out triangles and to be honest , my cutting table isnt the  correct height , so further strain. The upshot of this was I pushed myself to get the top pieced on Friday with the intention of quilting on Saturday. No such luck!

My leg was so painful by Friday night , that I couldn’t manage the stairs down from my sewing room. Anyway the top is pieced so here is a quick view.


 So I spent Saturday on the settee being ice packed every hour by my loving DH who made sure the ice pack was refrozen. No sewing so I knit instead. I finished off the blue and brown marled pair and now I have black ones on the needles . DH will get these.


Heard today that my friend N who I cycled to the Cycle Touring Festival has been knocked off his bike on a roundabout. Luckily, he was wearing a helmet so didn’t have head injury but has rib and clavicle injuries. Wishing him well for  a speedy recovery. Take care out there cycling friends.


Posted by: brendaintheboro | August 7, 2016


I don’t know if others are like me, but I can go on tour and not feel tired – until I come home and then I can sleep for England.

I had a lot of work last week and can honestly say I felt tired. I did still go cycling but kept the mileage down so I had only ridden about 20 miles until yesterday.

DH was up for a long ride – but not me- so he left the house about 5.00am. He wanted to go back up to Ryhope and avoid the section of NCN1 between Shotton Colliery and South Hetton. So he studied the map and made his way on the road. This adds about one and a half miles and a bit of climbing going north but it is worth it to avoid some unpleasant litter strewn muddy track. The road isnt too busy.

I had a sleep in until 7.00am and then did some cutting out of a child’s bridesmaids dress that is required for next weekend. Then I rode over to the butchers in Thornaby to buy the sausage I am able to eat (chicken) and returned home.

DH arrived home a little later and after a bit of tinkering with his bottom bracket asked if I wanted to ride. Well, I did so we determined to have a ride to Redcar by way of Marske. We called on Uncle R who we know from Sustrans and he was pleased to see us as he had to sell his bicycle. We had a lovely visit.

Then we rode along the coast road and stopped on the promenade. The sun was shining and there were even people swimming in the sea.


Looking towards Huntcliffe near Saltburn

After picnicking, we made out way into Redcar passing lots of families playing on the beach. The further we went , the more crowded it became. We could see people walking with numbers on and it became obvious that this was a race walk – The Redcar Blaze. I stopped to ask an official about it and it is a 100mile walking race expected to finish Sunday afternoon!! people think I am crazy but walking 100 miles in about 24 hours?????

Then it was home along the recently resurfaced cycle track but with a freshening headwind so it became a bit of a slog. DH finished up with 87 miles for the day and it was 27 miles for me. this is DH’s ride data.

Posted by: brendaintheboro | August 4, 2016

My Solo Northumbrian Tour Part 5

Monday 1st August 2016

I had a very restful night in a bed and arose at 6.30am. I didn’t disturb my hosts and left their house by 7.30am. I rode down through Tynemouth and onto the promenade and followed route 1  along to the Priory and then down a track to the sea wall. The tide was out and so could see the notorious Black Middens. I remember as a child being told of the many ships that were wrecked on these rocks.


across the Black Middens to South Shields

Then it was on along the fish quay and to the Shields ferry landing. The crossing costs £1.50 and only takes about 5 minutes.


on the Shieldsman Ferry

It was a glorious morning and because it was early, I was able to ride up King Street. it has been pedestrianised but all of the shops that were familiar to my have gone. It has many boarded up properties were the likes of M&S have vacated without any other company stepping in to keep open. It is so sad but many of our High Streets are like this in the north of England. However, I continued on along Ocean Road,  and past the old lifeboat, which has been there all my lifetime.



I continued along the coast road and climbed up to Marsden then along past Souter Lighthouse and into Whitburn. I continued along the main road into Seaburn and as it was such a nice morning made my decision to ride all the way home. I had been undecided  but the weather swung it.  So I phoned DH to say what I was going to do and he said he would set off to meet me.

So it was up through Sunderland and past Silksworth leisure centre and up to Ryhope where I noticed there has been a lot of new houses built. Then it was up through Murton and South Hetton.. As I rode down the main road I followed the route sign to Haswell but I think I made a mistake and somehow had a bit of a trek across a field to get into Haswell.

Then I phoned DH to ask where he was. Ryhope!!! We worked out we had missed each other at the South Hetton crossing places. This is because there are confusing signs.

However, we did meet up just before cycling to Hurworth Burn. So from here is a repeat of our trip up to this area when guiding cycle tourists a couple of weeks ago.

So to sum up I cycled approximately 171 miles with 9454ft of climbing in my 5 day tour. Am I pleased with that? VERY PLEASED.

Posted by: brendaintheboro | August 4, 2016

My Solo Northumbrian Tour 2016 part 4

Sunday  31st July 2016

We were camped next to a couple of young Swiss cyclists who asked about cycling to Newcastle as they were getting the ferry back to Holland from there. I told them it shouldn’t be a problem as I cycled to Jarrow from the site last year and it was about 65 miles. They didn’t know if they could make it that far so we looked up where they could get a train from. They got up early and were on the road by about 6.00am so I hope they made it.

I had telephoned my cousin in North Shields and asked if I could stay the night. Lovely P,  his wife, said they would look forward to seeing me, so I was able to offload gear that I wouldn’t need into DS1’s car for him to take home.

We had a plan for the day as I wouldn’t be cycling all the way. Being Sunday, we wanted to attend church but I also wanted to ride. So we set off about 8.30am and drove along to near Low Hauxley .  Druridge Bay is one of my favourite parts of this route.


Entering the route near Low Hauxley.

It was a beautiful morning and lovely and sunny. I was thrilled to see these beautiful wild flowers carpeting the area. You could almost be in France except they aren’t sunflowers.



a tractor for a fishing boat

As you can see ,the  sea reflected the blue of the sky and it was so peaceful.


The far end of the bay in the distance.

As I rode along, I was going through a gate , when a cyclist I had met on Saturday came through behind me. DS1 had met him up at Durness in the far north west of Scotland and he has been cycling around the coast. He was looking forward to getting back to his home having been on the road for 68 days.  He had only had 14 days when he hadn’t been rained on.

We said goodbye at Cresswell and I  folded Speedy and got into the car. We went off to church in Ashington and it was lovely to see old friends that we have known in different parts of the country.

My son then took me to Blythe and we had lunch before I set off by bicycle and he drove home. The weather stayed fine and I just love this part of the route as it undulates through the dunes.


Seaton Sluice Harbour

It is only about 10 miles along to Tynemouth   but because it was such a nice day, I had to avoid many pedestrians. I could not understand why so many were oblivious to their surroundings as they walked with heads down looking at smart phones. Such a shame as it is so beautiful.


St Mary’s Lighthouse

and then Tyemouth Priory could be seen in the distance.



So just as I neared my cousin’s house , the rain began to spot and as I was so relieved to get inside before there was deluge. Although I didn’t ride all the way from Beadnall , I had a lovely day.



Posted by: brendaintheboro | August 3, 2016

My Solo Northumbrian Tour part 3

Saturday  30th July 2016

Apparently, it rained heavily through the night according to my neighbouring campers but I never heard a thing. When you have cycled nearly 40 miles the previous day and have a comfortable Exped downmat and good sleeping bag, you sleep like a top.

It was a beautiful sunny morning and there was a fair wind blowing so any moisture very soon dried off perfectly.  I had a lazy start at 9.00am as I knew it wasn’t going to be such a long day. Unfortunately , when I got back into Wooler, I followed route 68 – THE WRONG WAY – up a 10% hill !! it somehow felt wrong so I got the compass app up on my phone and was heading south west. Duh!!

So, it was turn around time. Back into Wooler and onto the B6348 towards Belford. I didn’t want to go to Chatton but the road I needed appeared closed. So nothing for it – CLIMB THAT HILL. So singing to myself, I made my way up, looking at the beautiful views. It was a beautiful day.



the long and winding road


I was encouraged up the hill by cyclists coming downhill and then I had my own swooping ride down into Chatton.


Once in Chatton , I realised that I was going to end up on the A1. Well that wasn’t going to happen. I looked at the map and saw I had 2 choices, one with another climb and the other more gentle. I talked to a local lady and she said the horrendous climb had super views. SO WHAT WAS I THINKING? AM I STUPID OR WHAT? I chose the steep hill with good views.


As I slogged my way up Lyham Hill, my DH phoned asking where  I was  .  He said, ” you sound out of breath.”  Me – “get off the phone, I am going up hill.” I was so relieved to get to the top and onto the undulating Lyham moor and Belford moor with a wonderful run down into the village.


first view of the North Sea

Once in Belford I met up with my son who took my trailer off me to transport down to the campsite at Beadnall. He also told me he was cooking dinner for me later. I met a couple and their 2 children who are cycling from Morocco to Aberdeen, on 2 tandems. They write a blog called Popping the Bubble if you want more information. I also met up with a couple of lads who turned out to live local to me and we knew some of the same people. It turns out that they were cycling from a rugby club in Edinburgh to Hartlepool Rugby club. So when they met up with the bunch, I had a photo taken with them.


Hartlepool Rugby Lads

I set off but soon stopped at Warren Mill to chat to a chap , back packing who was interested in where I was going on my own. When I told him of my trip, he said he may try cycling.

I then went on down into Bamburgh .


Bamburgh Castle

I visited the Grace Darling Museum. When I was a child my great Grandfather used to tell me about her heroism in rowing out with her father to rescue people from a ship that had run aground and broken up on the rocks. She was awarded a silver medal for this and became a Victorian heroine but died aged 26.  She is buried in this churchyard.


St Aidan’s church, Bamburgh.


It was much lighter riding along to Beadnall and when I got to that first hill without the trailer I laughed out loud as I zoomed up the hill. OK I wasn’t long or very steep but I didn’t have to walk.


We got camped at the  Camping and Caravanning club site at Beadnall and true to his word DS1 made my evening meal. The wind got up through the night and I put on my home made pertex hat that is at least 25 years old.






Posted by: brendaintheboro | August 2, 2016

My Northumbrian Tour 2016 part 2

Friday  29th July 2016  – day 2

Well, I was ready to go by 7.00am but unfortunately the clothes I left in the drying room could not be accessed. The room wasn’t opened until 7.30am. Still I was ready to go and was away soon after.

Almost from the beginning, I had climbs. I rode down into Bellingham and then turned left towards West Woodburn which is about 4 miles west.  The map says lowland route but it was still a stiff climb. It maybe lowland in comparison to some of the surrounding countryside but I still needed to walk but this was compensated for by a steep drop into the village. Then it was fairly level through East Woodburn but then I was climbing again and had to get off and walk. There were lovely views though. This was about half way up this climb.


looking back to Bellingham



      Not long after , a farmer asked me what I was doing up there on my own. He couldn’t believe I was headed for Wooler and said I wouldn’t make it.  He had a flat bed truck but even though I said I would accept a lift to the top, he didn’t offer. So I just carried on. I was counting 100 steps and tried not to stop walking until I had completed them. Sometimes it was only 50 or even 25 steps. Never mind though, I got to the top. Victory over myself.

Then there was another lovely descent to the A696 and then it was a right turn onto a cycle track alongside this main road. I crossed the road near Raylees Farm and immediately began to climb again and then a swoop down into the village of Elsdon. By now it was after 10.00am and as I flashed past a sign, I saw there was a café. This sign said Impromptu Café so I turned up left. I saw a house and thought that would be it, but it was being renovated. I spoke to a lady called Helen who is an electrician and she pointed me in the right direction. We had a chat as she owns a Brompton and has done a bit of touring and said I was an inspiration and took my photo.  What me an inspiration? I look to the likes of Emily Chappell as they do so much more.

The Impromptu Café is so called because the owners were asked to provide sustenance to passing cyclists and then they began to get runs lists and wondered why so many said impromptu. That was where they decided on the day , where they were going. I sat outside in beautiful sunshine and  had scrambled eggs on toast, moist fruit cake and 2 mugs of hot chocolate. I was a little disheartened because I had only ridden/ walked 17 miles so far and it was 11.30am.

So I set off climbing again up to just before Hepple when I turned off for Holystone and then stopped to rest in Harbottle. I sat and had a sandwich in the bus shelter but they only have 2 buses a week  these days. So another shortish climb and then a downhill to Alwinton. I decided to stop following route 68, Pennine route and used the map to avoid dropping to the river , to just climb back up again. There was a nice ride along to Netherton and then I took a road towards Whittingham but turned on a very tiny road towards Glanton.

It was interesting to see a solar panel farm just after the ford. Some of the road surface was terrible but  I persisted and from Glanton decided to ride down into Powburn. I was almost ready to ride the main road but good fortune was with me. There was a bus due in 10 minutes so I folded up Speedy and  hopped on with bike and trailer and used the bus pass to get into Wooler. There was a lady on the bus who was most concerned how I would manage to get to a campsite. It was only when I started to get the bike unfolded at the bus station, that she understood I could manage.

So I had about a mile ride up to the Highburn campsite . It wasn’t as well appointed as Bellingham but adequate . A good , if not tiring day. about 39 miles and over 2800ft of climbing.

Posted by: brendaintheboro | August 1, 2016

My Solo Northumbrian Tour 2016

Thursday 28th July 2016  Day 1.

I decided to do another bike and bus pass tour but a little longer this year and this allowed DH to be able to decorate our house. I have to keep out of the way because of the spasmodic dysphonia I get because of certain products – fresh paint being one of them.

He offered to take me to the bus station so I was able to get on the X10 to Newcastle at 6.20am for the price of 30p plus my OAP bus pass. There weren’t too many other passengers and I was able to take my trailer on without taking off the wheels, making it easier when we arrived in Gateshead. I decided to get off there as it would be easier to get down to the quayside and route 72. I rode through  the town centre as it was so quiet and crossed the river Tyne on the High Level Bridge. Once there, I walked passed the old castle keep and  down the steep cobbled bank leading to the river. The weather was sunny at this time as I set off up the Hadrian’s Wall route. I have ridden this in previous years a number of times, and some of it has changed. The route has been resigned to avoid the old staithes area and as I approached Newburn, I was pleased to recognise it.


Dahon Speed and Trailer at  Newburn

The monument in the background commemorated those who died in a battle fought here in 1640 where the armies of Scotland defeated those of Charles the first. It is sometimes known as the battle of Newburn ford.


This shows my set up. The Dahon Speed  pulls a Radical Designs trailer and I have a couple of home made bags front and rear. My Ortlieb handle bar bag sits in the front bag and I can get a few other things in as well. 

I continued up the Tyne passing over the bridge at Wylam and up the old wagon way which used to be for taking coal down to the river for transportation . I missed seeing the George Stephenson cottage.  There is a particular part where you have to turn sharply by some cottages and there is a restrictor that was difficult. I was grumbling to myself about the stupidity of some of the barriers. However, it was a blessing as I noticed one  of the trailer wheels had worked loose and I hadn’t noticed. Sometimes we  get what we need rather than what we want. As I approached Prudhoe I could see work vehicles and there is still a lot of work going on due to damage from winter storms.

I crossed the bridge at Ovingham but it began to rain and I had to stop and put on my rainproofs standing in the shelter of the village hall doorway. From there I went along to Ovington and then got on the wrong road. I didn’t know it but then got to the A69 with its busy traffic.  I coud see where I needed to be so being very careful I crossed the road. There was a bit of path but it soon petered out so I resorted to walking along the grass verge.

I was relieved to get off the main road and onto the quieter lanes.  I got onto the B6309 and then turned onto the B6318 which is an old Roman road. It is straight but undulating  and then I turned off to Matfen. There is a nice village store and coffee shop here so I asked if they would mind me going in as I was wet and fatigued. I had a reviving hot chocolate and a toasted teacake with jam and then it was out into the rain again. The hills really started now and I climbed and walked them passing through Ryal. There were some scarily steep hills to speed down to Halington and on over gated moorland and across bridges on Halington reservoir. There was a tiny hamlet called Throckington with the church of St Aidan built over  1000 years ago.


St Aidan’s Church at Throckington


I met a chap called Andrew there and we had a chat about my rig and he said he thought I was very brave. He took my photo with the church in the background.

From here I continued opening and closing gates as I crossed open moorland without seeing any people but plenty of sheep and cows. In fact, as rode towards them , I shouted WHOOP < WHOOP very loudly so I could get them to move off the track. Sometimes they did but at others they just ran along ahead of me.

  Crossing the end of Colt Crag reservoir, I had to cross the A68 but needed to ride about 200 yds along it. Well OK, ‘fess up’ , I walked as it was up a steep bank but then it was turn towards Bellingham. I met a postman and asked his advice on the way to go. I really think he was having a laugh at my expense. He told me to proceed down to the Heugh ( pronounced heeyuff in the Northumbrian  dialect). I later learned this means a promontory. Well I did, but wish I hadn’t as it was a very , very rough track that went down through a farm and then further down to the river. What does down has to come up. It was tough pushing my rig up the hill on a very bad potholed surface. It might be OK in a post office van but believe me, no fun pushing a loaded bike and trailer.

When I arrived at a road , I wasn’t sure of which way to go, so turned and went uphill. WRONG!! I had to go all the way back down and into the village and then to the Camping and Caravanning club site on the Hexham road about half a mile from the village.  In dialect the village of  Bellingham is pronounced  ( Bellingjum). I arrived about 5.00pm to this very well equipped site and was able to dry my clothes off in there beautiful drying room, make my evening meal in the kitchen and sit in comfort in the dining area.

I was so pleased to have a shower but got leg cramps most of the evening and night. I took some rehydration stuff and realised I need to drink more as I was sweating profusely up those hills.


a typical hill


Posted by: brendaintheboro | July 24, 2016

A week of summer!!

We have had a week of warm sunny – for the most part – weather and I was able to make the most of it riding 142 miles over the course of the week. It was sad to see more fly tipping along near the river.

On Tuesday, I had booked the day off work to attend a lecture on Japanese textiles at the  sister quilt group I attend. Well, instead of taking the car , I got in Speedy, my Dahon folder, and rode the 8 miles across to Yarm. I really enjoyed the morning learning about Japan the customs associated with kimono and other textiles. The Japanese didn’t waste anything in the past, but now with the influence of the Western throw away culture, things are changing. Old kimono, that at one time were precious and passed down from one generation to another, are being discarded.

Anyway, after the talk was finished , DH rode across to meet me. We had expected to ride further but the day had really heated up and the temperature was above 30C which is unheard of for this part of the world. So we headed back home along the river, glad to have a cool shower when we got in.

Early morning rides we fairly short , but again on Thursday, we took the opportunity to ride. It was marginally cooler and made for pleasant riding up to Hurworth Burn.


We then turned and ran down into Hartlepool.  The visibility was good and we could see right across the bay to Saltburn and beyond.

We stopped to have a late lunch  the bus shelters at Seaton Carew. It was more ro keep out of the sun , than our usual sheltering from rain or wind. Makes such a pleasant change.

Remember I told you about these two last week?


Well  they made it to Guisborough but emailed to say they were probably going to take a train. I phoned them at their hotel to say they had done the hilliest parts and it was a shame not to cycle to Durham and we offered to guide them. So on Saturday, I took my car and we loaded their Bike Friday folding cycles into my car and brought them into the Boro to avoid the fast dual carriageway. it is such a shame that a perfectly good track cannot be used because British Rail have blocked people from crossing the line to come out in Nunthorpe , thus avoiding the fast roadway.

Watching them reassemble the Bike Fridays, I was glad to have chosen a Dahon Speed , as the folding is much simpler and more compact and does not require the chain to be put back into place.

So we acted as travel guides, taking them over the Newport Bridge, pointing out the Transporter Bridge and cycling along the track at the side of the A19. Once in Norton we cycled along Junction Road and then up to Thorpe Thewles and up the Castle Eden Walkway to Hurworth Burn. DH had brought a flask filled with ice cubes which we all used to cool our drinks with. R and H were a bit  impressed and began to realise we had done a lot of cycle touring. DH said we had learned by our mistakes over the years and have acquired a lot of skills.

So off again, we cycled along to Shotton Colliery and  then took them via the roads to Haswell where we picked up Route 14. This goes via a quite road to Haswell Plough and then follows mostly down hill into Durham.

Being our usual frugal selves , we had called to the supermarket and bought bread and cheese and chicken and oranges to have a picnic lunch alfresco. We stopped in a tiny place marked as Little Town on the maps and on the corner there is a beautifully kept seat surrounded by well kept flower beds. We stopped here 6 miles from Durham and ate lunch. R and H said they were sure they would be fine following the route into Durham and it would save us a long climb out , so we said our goodbyes. I do hope we can cycle together again at some point in the future. We turned for home retracing mostly the same way and arrived home just after 5.00pm . Awaiting us was an email to say they were safely at their hotel in the centre of Durham and thanking us for a mostly traffic free ride. A wonderful week

I am reminded of the scripture that says when we are in the service of our fellowmen, we are in the service of God. Glad to have been of service this week.

Posted by: brendaintheboro | July 16, 2016

Post Tour Riding

On our return , we had a family funeral to attend and it was good to see both my brothers. One of  SIL’s had seen this on the internet and bought it for me as a gift as she thought I deserved it after all the rain.20160701_164325198_iOS So often, after our summer trips, I don’t ride for a few weeks but not this time. I haven’t ridden everyday , but nearly. In the two and a bit weeks I have managed 170 miles which I am very pleased with.

My lovely cycling friend C , has a field and wood just outside of Yarm and she decided to have a summer festival. It was such a shame that the weather wasn’t too good, but we all enjoyed ourselves. All morning, it rained heavily and we had a job to do  but by the afternoon, we decided we had to make the effort to go. So we were going to use folding bikes and drive part way , but when we were ready , the sun came out briefly and we cycled all the way.

C had borrowed a “smoothie” bike and children used it and played with play  bows and arrows and ran about in the woods having a wonderful time .

Later in the day they had a bonfire and fireworks but we couldn’t stay for that part but there was  dancing in the rain too.


The rest of last week, I got out  and was surprised to see so may daisies growing  along the beck side.


 When we rode through Albert Park, we saw the swan still sitting  on her nest and I remarked to DH, that I wondered how long it would be before she abandoned it as the egg must have been infertile. Sad to say, the very next day , she left the nest and her single egg. Such a shame the her other eggs were stolen early in the spring.


The weather started to improve  steadily as the week progressed but there were heavy down pours of rain but today dawned fair with no prospect of rain in the forecast. Yiphee!!!

So , up early and made food to take with us and we were off. Wind was from the west so that was the direction of initial travel. So we headed across to Darlington and then stopped to eat breakfast in the sunshine in the village of Cleasby.

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 We  were surprised to see so many club riders out and about and I was thrilled to see some youngsters being encouraged by hard riding roadies.

We climbed up to Manfield and then to Eppleby before riding through Hutton Magna and on to Whorlton. The road descends to the river Tees and I stopped to take a few photos of the place where we used to take the children to play in the river.

I was delighted in myself , as I rode up the twisting climb into the village and then up  the hill to cross the A67 and down to Little Newsham and up through South Cleatlam. I was most surprised to see a lama in a field here but I couldn’t get a photo of it. I was too busy getting up the hill!!

Then we rode on to Staindrop which has so many benches to choose from and we sat here to have lunch. I noticed a couple of folding bikes that appeared to be loaded for touring, so being the nosey, well OK, inquisitive person I am, we went to chat with them. They are R and H who have come from the USA to cycle here. Unfortunately, they have pre-booked accommodation and believing England to be flat  are cycling to Barnard Castle, Asygarth, Ripon , Goathland, Guisbrough and then up to Durham. We talked about routes and gave them advice as most of the roads they have chosen initially were major A roads including the A19 which is now banned to cyclists. So we have given them our phone number and instructions to ring us when nearing Middlesbrough so we can help them through.


We returned to Darlington via Langton and Summerhouse and I called in to the fabric shop in the indoor market. I had to get a couple of metres as I am trying to keep her in business heehee! Then it was the ride back home. I had hoped to get the full route on Viewranger app but I ran out of power. Still I will insert what I have so you get the general route. We actually rode 65 miles today so I feel good, if a little tired.


Posted by: brendaintheboro | July 14, 2016

Summer Tour 2016 Home

We had a very comfortable night in the trekker hut and we left the site and headed into Brielle  to buy some lunch.

We then headed over to Oostervoorne and had a lovely ice cream as there was warm sunshine. This is one of my favourite photos. \just look at those ice creams. Yummy.


Then we took a leisurely ride across to the port in time to check in for the P&O Pride of Hull ferry back to the UK. We met an older Dutch chap who was also riding a Koga Randonneur, with another type of handlebars, who was going to ride down through the UK calling in to Cambridge before going to one of the channel ports and then riding back to Holland.

On the ferry back , we were again treated with great by staff, DH being recognised by one of the restaurant staff and I was immediately whisked in past another long queue. Really great service.

On  checking the weather forecast, DH persuaded me to phone our son who came down to Hull and picked up me , my bike and all the luggage. DH said he would ride home. Well that was his plan. However, in teeming rain  and having no map  ( or his navigator – ME)  he missed a turning and phoned home at 5.30pm asking for a lift.


He found himself near Helmsley and  after starting to have gear slippage climbing steep hills, he decided it wasn’t a good idea. So I went and picked him up.

My mileage was just short of 700 miles and DH was just over 800 miles for the trip. I am well pleased  with  this . Despite all the wet weather, we had a great time and  laughed  a lot of the time. Enjoying the journey is what this life  is all about .


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