Tour de force, but was it worth it for the morals at the end : Beautiful things last; sometimes bad ends up good.
Apart from that – memorable.
Tour de force, but was it worth it for the morals at the end : Beautiful things last; sometimes bad ends up good.
Apart from that – memorable.
So, Folding bike on the bus to Helmsley then a short puff up to the junction for Rievaulx, down to the stream, across and along the mostly gentle curving foliage-covered valley-side road to Old Byland, where the structure below, of unknown utility, lurks in a hedge.
Then there’s a bridleway leading to the scarp edge. A little misty for a good photo but looking back east there was this –
and west, the next photo:
Note the field of sunflowers at almost the highest point of the Hambleton Hills.
And beside the same track:
Descending Sneck Yate bank on a Brompton felt quite hairy, but it was worth it, not least because just beyond the view and the fine oak was the Carpenter’s Arms, Felixkirk, a gastro-pub with a well deserved reputation, which set me up nicely for the 2 miles to Thirsk and the bus home.