Category Archives: cycling

Over the Hills and Not So Far Away.

Cross­ing the hills to the west of Shef­field from Lox­ley to Hath­ersage and back — a switch­back ride on wildly twist­ing roads, mag­ni­fi­cent views at every corner, some improb­ably white sheep, an improb­ably large num­ber of alpacas cor­ralled in an … Con­tinue read­ing

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Autumn Day

Brambles and bracken.  Bril­liant col­ours beneath a clear blue sky and low sun. The river over the banks after heavy rain in the dales days before — water mead­ows doing what they are sup­posed to do. And the coun­tryside quiet and cold … Con­tinue read­ing

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The Good, the Tasty, and the Damp and Muddy

Cyc­ling with 35 Ger­man 13-year olds (mixed) two teach­ers and a dozen par­ents from Heil­bronn to the Hook of Hol­land.  Cycle paths or signed routes most of the way.  Idyllic cyc­ling by the Neckar and the Rhine, wooded hills, castles, … Con­tinue read­ing

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A Steak House No More

To mourn the demise of the Agar Arms at War­t­hill — not as a pub, it’s still there and open, but as one of the best steak houses in the area — and it was for nearly 30 years to … Con­tinue read­ing

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Ryedale Revisited — and a good food find

By fold­ing bike to Helms­ley.  Few spring flowers yet apart from snow­drops and cro­cuses, one patch of celandine, and few lambs too, though lots of fat ewes.  Catkins, but not yet the light green sheen on the trees which is … Con­tinue read­ing

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The scrumptiousness of tea

D’Oylys tea rooms at Bolton Percy.  Cream teas with scones, but­ter, jam and cream ! Plus real York­shire tea.  Note the but­ter. Some cheapskate tea-rooms miss it out.   An abso­lutely delight­ful cycle ride through early autumn clear and delight­ful … Con­tinue read­ing

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Brompton winners

When it comes to time-trialling on Bromp­tons we cer­tainly take the bis­cuit — or in this case most of the cheap wine provided by the local coun­cil.  Fast­est over­all, fast­est woman, and old­est com­pet­itor. Yay ! Oh, and we found time … Con­tinue read­ing

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Bromptons, Bromptons, everywhere

Bromp­tons are still rare enough in con­tin­ental Europe to be notice­able (except the Neth­er­lands, where there seem to be quite a lot), so when I parked my Brom­mie out­side a shop in cent­ral Paris one morn­ing, I was quite sur­prised … Con­tinue read­ing

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Racing Round Ryedale

Few things more excit­ing that watch­ing one’s son par­ti­cip­at­ing in the lead­ing break in a bike race over 100+ miles, though few things more gut­ting than hav­ing the pros over­take on the last lap, when he’d given his all.  But … Con­tinue read­ing

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Bishop Wilton by bus

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 … Con­tinue read­ing

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