We didn’t have such an early start on our last day, leaving the campsite at 7.40am. It’s much quicker to strike camp when it is light. However, there was thick mistake, so it was a wet pack of the tent.
We followed the route I’ve ridden 3 times this year through Boroughbridge, Norton le Clay and into Cundall. I’ve seen this and never stopped to photograph it, so today was the day.
It is nearly Cundall Manor which I think is now a prep school. They poem is extracts from Ted Hughs poem, the Iron Man.
It was still foggy and as it was nearly 9.00am, traffic was building so we went through Asenby and Topcliffe before riding the A167 into Northallerton. I phoned DH as he was riding out to meet us. Guess what? He had another puncture. He has finally put in a new tube and has new tyres on order.
After 2nd breakfast and some chatting in Brompton, we were on the way and here comes DH. He had cycled 17 miles , so much quicker than us. So we rode home in sunshine together. A lovely trip that has made me appreciated our beautiful county even more. 304 miles in total not bad for an old biddy and a fat boy Haha!