The lunchtime 747 from York to Pocklington is a bus, not a jumbo jet, and this one shed all its passengers except me at Full Sutton Prison. Classic East Yorks scenery through to Bishop Wilton at the foot of the Wolds. Not up and over this time, but pedalling the Brompton through Skirpenbeck and Buttercrambe to Sand Hutton and Stockton on the Forest. Wild roses in the hedgerows, cow parsley on the verges, and poppies amongst the oilseed rape. Light northerly wind to help me along. (I’d checked this out before leaving — wind assisted cycling is a great way to preserve one’s energies).
I wonder if Stockton on the Forest is the world’s longest village ?
