Post by Deeps on Jul 27, 2012 8:41:56 GMT
Monday morning saw me up and out of the house at 0815 taking SWMBO to work and kissing her goodbye until Wednesday evening, as she was off Plymouth for a site visit Monday, Fleet for another visit Tuesday and then on to London Wednesday for a final visit. The plan was to met Matt and myself, at her sisters in Romford, before going to the Olympic Park to watch the dress rehearsal in the evening, if she finished in time, if not her sister had ‘kindly’ volunteered to go in her place.
Once back home Matt and I loaded the bike with the tent, sleeping bags, camping stuff and we were ready to leave. We took the twisty route from Newark via the A1133/A156 to Gainsborough, and then took the B roads and unclassified roads north from Gainsborough via Kirton Lindsey, and keeping Scunthorpe to our left, we headed north up the B1207 towards the Humber where we had our first stop so that Matt could get his camera out.
After a couple of shots, it was back on the bike and up and over the bridge, with a very happy Matt on the back going “this is really cool”, maybe he was cold. Once north of the bridge, which is of course now free for those of us on two wheels, we headed straight to Beverly to meet DahDit (Neil).
Having called ahead to let Neil know of our impending arrival we headed into Beverley and parked up at the Saturday Market, we arrived only moments before our days ridding companion, and tour guide, arrived along with his young daughter Kate.
Matt at this point declared that he was ‘Starving’ and need something to eat. Neil suggested that we head out to the Fimber café in the woods, but Matt said “Being a growing (I wish he would stop, 6’ 1 and only 15) lad I need something to keep me going”, after all it had been four hours since he had last had food! One sausage roll later we were off, with me following Neil as we headed out of Beverley to the north.
The decision Neil took to cut short his kip and head out on the bike was one I am most thankful for. The route he led us through was spectacular, with a mix of stunning views and fantastic little roads. For those of you who have made the Yorkshire Runs you will know what I mean. On arrival at the Fimber café which was shut, much to Matt’s horror, Neil made a change of plan and we were again heading north along a sinuous and twisty route which ended with us stopping in Thorton le Dale, for a drink and a refuel of Matt, having eaten his pasty Matt declared he was ready for the off again, Kate had force-fed her dad half of the strawberry cup cake she had had and was also ready to go. Having followed Neil it was very apparent that Kate was at home on the bike, she sat looking very comfortable without holding on, looking back to check that her dad hadn’t left me behind. Although I seem to recall a comment about “Dad going to fast again”, but this was said with a smile, I think it’s a joke between father and daughter.
We hit the lanes again and then up to the open roads of the Moors, with fast runs and great corners, it has certainly helped the profile of my tires. Neil, I think, moonlights as a tourist guide for the Yorkshire Tourist Board. He was a mind of fascinating facts about the county in which he lives and took us on some fanatic roads, past stunning scenery ending up in Gothland having followed the steam train along the run in.
After a drink at a local hotel at which Neil introduced Kate to Pork Scratchings, which I am happy to report she enjoyed, we headed out again onto the moors and off in the general direction of Rosedale Abbey where Matt and I were going to spend the night. But before leaving we had to stop so that Matt could take this picture, seems he thought it very funny.
The route from Gothland to Rosedale Abbey was again up on the moors, with yet more great views and a steep descent into Rosedale. Having pitched the tent
we then popped off to the local for a pint and some supper. It was after supper that Neil and a by now, tired Kate, set of south back towards Beverley leaving me to trail behind Matt as he went to explore the hills with his camera. Having walked up hill and down dale we stopped for a final night cap at a hotel near the camp site.
Having slept well, we had the tent packed and had the bike loaded by 8:45. Then it was a quick trip to reception to hand in our swipe card and ask where the nearest place to get breakfast was, having packed the small cooker for brewing up the plan was to find breakfast en-route on day two. Much to our delight the local cake shop/book shop was also a small eatery and did a fine breakfast. Having refuelled we headed up the chimney and out on to the moors following a route left us by Neil.
The morning was spent playing on the moors and by 1200 we had ended up just outside Helmsley. Having promised Matt Fish n Chips in Whitby I loaded the Sat Nag up with the shortest route to Whitby and we were off. Cutting back across the Moors we were soon going down the chimney that we had climbed at the beginning of the day.
Here a note of caution, sometimes the shortest route is not the best, and when the lane you are riding along turns into a dirt track and then into something akin to the road of bones, you really should turn back or consider buying an adventure bike. The Sat Nag, bless its little circuits, had decided that the route through a ford would be fine. However on arrival at the ford it was soon evident that it had long since been abandoned by all but the famer in his tractor, after taking off my boots and trousers I waded in, it was soon above my knees and full of very slippery rocks. No go I thought, not on a D9.
Having got the bike turned around we then contemplated the ride back along the road of bones to civilisation, and whilst taken a breather, a D9 loaded with luggage can be quite heavy, we found a small track leading to a foot bridge. In true adventure biking style we had found our route. Who says you need a GS to go adventure ridding.
Having crossed the small river and continued about another mile along a dirt track we made it back to tarmac and were soon on our way to Whitby where fish and chips awaited us. After lunch we headed south along the cost road taking the b and unclassified roads where we found them en-route to Scarborough where we stopped to buy a new phone charger so that we could get in contact with SHMBO, having been out of signal or on the bike since leaving Monday, and in Matt’s case his girlfriend. After Scarborough we head south along the A165 and then on to the B1229 ending up at Flamborough Head for a well deserved ice cream.
By now time was getting on and having agreed to meet up with Neil on the return route we headed off towards Beverly, along a mixture of b-roads going through Boynton, Langtoft and Tibthorpe arriving in Beverley along the B1248. Following a kind invite to a BBQ at Neil and Jane’s, and with Matt now looking decidedly tired we elected to take the direct route home and headed for the bridge, the A15 to Lincoln and then the A46 back to Newark. Following a quick diversion through the centre of Lincoln, because the A46 was shut we arrived home at 22.30. Both of us were a little tired so it was boxes of the bike, and dumped in the utility room, a quick shower for each of us and then to bed.
All in all a great father and son two days, once again many thanks to Neil and Jane for their hospitality and for Neil being a great guide around some gems in Yorkshire.
More pictures here: photobucket.com/Yorkshire_2012
Once back home Matt and I loaded the bike with the tent, sleeping bags, camping stuff and we were ready to leave. We took the twisty route from Newark via the A1133/A156 to Gainsborough, and then took the B roads and unclassified roads north from Gainsborough via Kirton Lindsey, and keeping Scunthorpe to our left, we headed north up the B1207 towards the Humber where we had our first stop so that Matt could get his camera out.
After a couple of shots, it was back on the bike and up and over the bridge, with a very happy Matt on the back going “this is really cool”, maybe he was cold. Once north of the bridge, which is of course now free for those of us on two wheels, we headed straight to Beverly to meet DahDit (Neil).
Having called ahead to let Neil know of our impending arrival we headed into Beverley and parked up at the Saturday Market, we arrived only moments before our days ridding companion, and tour guide, arrived along with his young daughter Kate.
Matt at this point declared that he was ‘Starving’ and need something to eat. Neil suggested that we head out to the Fimber café in the woods, but Matt said “Being a growing (I wish he would stop, 6’ 1 and only 15) lad I need something to keep me going”, after all it had been four hours since he had last had food! One sausage roll later we were off, with me following Neil as we headed out of Beverley to the north.
The decision Neil took to cut short his kip and head out on the bike was one I am most thankful for. The route he led us through was spectacular, with a mix of stunning views and fantastic little roads. For those of you who have made the Yorkshire Runs you will know what I mean. On arrival at the Fimber café which was shut, much to Matt’s horror, Neil made a change of plan and we were again heading north along a sinuous and twisty route which ended with us stopping in Thorton le Dale, for a drink and a refuel of Matt, having eaten his pasty Matt declared he was ready for the off again, Kate had force-fed her dad half of the strawberry cup cake she had had and was also ready to go. Having followed Neil it was very apparent that Kate was at home on the bike, she sat looking very comfortable without holding on, looking back to check that her dad hadn’t left me behind. Although I seem to recall a comment about “Dad going to fast again”, but this was said with a smile, I think it’s a joke between father and daughter.
We hit the lanes again and then up to the open roads of the Moors, with fast runs and great corners, it has certainly helped the profile of my tires. Neil, I think, moonlights as a tourist guide for the Yorkshire Tourist Board. He was a mind of fascinating facts about the county in which he lives and took us on some fanatic roads, past stunning scenery ending up in Gothland having followed the steam train along the run in.
After a drink at a local hotel at which Neil introduced Kate to Pork Scratchings, which I am happy to report she enjoyed, we headed out again onto the moors and off in the general direction of Rosedale Abbey where Matt and I were going to spend the night. But before leaving we had to stop so that Matt could take this picture, seems he thought it very funny.
The route from Gothland to Rosedale Abbey was again up on the moors, with yet more great views and a steep descent into Rosedale. Having pitched the tent
we then popped off to the local for a pint and some supper. It was after supper that Neil and a by now, tired Kate, set of south back towards Beverley leaving me to trail behind Matt as he went to explore the hills with his camera. Having walked up hill and down dale we stopped for a final night cap at a hotel near the camp site.
Having slept well, we had the tent packed and had the bike loaded by 8:45. Then it was a quick trip to reception to hand in our swipe card and ask where the nearest place to get breakfast was, having packed the small cooker for brewing up the plan was to find breakfast en-route on day two. Much to our delight the local cake shop/book shop was also a small eatery and did a fine breakfast. Having refuelled we headed up the chimney and out on to the moors following a route left us by Neil.
The morning was spent playing on the moors and by 1200 we had ended up just outside Helmsley. Having promised Matt Fish n Chips in Whitby I loaded the Sat Nag up with the shortest route to Whitby and we were off. Cutting back across the Moors we were soon going down the chimney that we had climbed at the beginning of the day.
Here a note of caution, sometimes the shortest route is not the best, and when the lane you are riding along turns into a dirt track and then into something akin to the road of bones, you really should turn back or consider buying an adventure bike. The Sat Nag, bless its little circuits, had decided that the route through a ford would be fine. However on arrival at the ford it was soon evident that it had long since been abandoned by all but the famer in his tractor, after taking off my boots and trousers I waded in, it was soon above my knees and full of very slippery rocks. No go I thought, not on a D9.
Having got the bike turned around we then contemplated the ride back along the road of bones to civilisation, and whilst taken a breather, a D9 loaded with luggage can be quite heavy, we found a small track leading to a foot bridge. In true adventure biking style we had found our route. Who says you need a GS to go adventure ridding.
Having crossed the small river and continued about another mile along a dirt track we made it back to tarmac and were soon on our way to Whitby where fish and chips awaited us. After lunch we headed south along the cost road taking the b and unclassified roads where we found them en-route to Scarborough where we stopped to buy a new phone charger so that we could get in contact with SHMBO, having been out of signal or on the bike since leaving Monday, and in Matt’s case his girlfriend. After Scarborough we head south along the A165 and then on to the B1229 ending up at Flamborough Head for a well deserved ice cream.
By now time was getting on and having agreed to meet up with Neil on the return route we headed off towards Beverly, along a mixture of b-roads going through Boynton, Langtoft and Tibthorpe arriving in Beverley along the B1248. Following a kind invite to a BBQ at Neil and Jane’s, and with Matt now looking decidedly tired we elected to take the direct route home and headed for the bridge, the A15 to Lincoln and then the A46 back to Newark. Following a quick diversion through the centre of Lincoln, because the A46 was shut we arrived home at 22.30. Both of us were a little tired so it was boxes of the bike, and dumped in the utility room, a quick shower for each of us and then to bed.
All in all a great father and son two days, once again many thanks to Neil and Jane for their hospitality and for Neil being a great guide around some gems in Yorkshire.
More pictures here: photobucket.com/Yorkshire_2012
