Do try the Thompson’s Arms at Flaxton, right by the level crossing. As rural a pub as you could imagine, set amongst the rolling arable landscape at the edge of the Vale of York as it runs up to the Howardian Hills. The beer is excellent, the welcome cheery, and you are unlikely to find it overcrowded. Approach via Strensall Common, best route is to wheel your bike across the railway from the Strensall / Flaxton Road and use the track through the woods till you hit the Flaxton / Sherrif Hutton Road — Thompson’s is a few hundred yards to your right.
Then, in another direction entirely, take the Roman Road out of Copmanthorpe to the west, follow it as it deserts the straight line for Tadcaster and zigzags along the side of 18th century enclosures, until the Sun at Colton comes in sight. Much more frequented this (they say the food is good too) with several notable real ales. A winding and undulating route, affording excellent trainspotting possibilities at Colton Junction, will take you to Bolton Percy, where The Crown serves what looked like extaordinarily nourishing gravy, allows sword-dancing in the garden, and the beer is cheap (Sam’s, of course). Follow this with one of the world’s most delightful green lanes to Appleton Roebuck where the pub had been so entirely anonymised externally that one wondered if it were truly still licensed premises. But yes, and Sam’s again. And then it’s a long pedal back through the late dusk to the bright lights.
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Do you realise that yours is the only site on the web that comes up if you google Portland Street Pedallers? Just thought this fact should be recorded for posterity, especially as the ‘official’ PSP website that was registered some years ago as a .org.gs (South Georgia) site was never developed. I should also like to mention the isotopic metamorphosis that the PSPs goes through in winter, under the name Portland Street Pedestrians. Their activities may be rather more sedentary, but scarcely actually pedestrain, I would suggest than the summer variety. This might also be the place to mention, also for the purposes of posterity, that the PSPs (summer version) will be 33 years old when the 2007 season starts. I wonder how many more years it will take before we become a gents dining club, rather as the Pickwick Cycle Club did, when our gallant band members can no longer ‘get their legs over’?
Jim,
I came across a band of intrepid hillwalkers recently, on a trip to the Lakes, who started in 1968 having weekend trips to climb on the fells, camping, who after a number of years transferred to camping barns, but latterly, all now in their 50s and 60s, had succumbed to the cosy comforts of “Youth” Hostels. So maybe the dining club is not too wacky an idea