I had to go to a foreign clime on't Saturday, to Whitby North Yorks, well, I got there okay but some of them bloody hills take the biscuit, on the A169 I came to a place called Blue hill (or something like that) with a very sharp bend on it, with various pieces of vehicles left behind on't barriers. O the return journey I thought I would cut across to pick up another road but it turned out to be a narrow road called little fell , I think where there was a gradient of 30%, I went down it okay but it took me around in a circle and I had to clime one with the same gradient further on, trouble was I was down to first gear and wouldn't you know it, you guess correct, a bloody car coming tother way at the top but he didn't stop at the top where there was room to pass him but made me stop, I think I called him Banker or something like that. I dread to think what would the local boys do with a chair on the side of a bike. I did manage to find my way back to the road I wanted and took a different route home.
That's my neck of the woods and Blue Bank ain't nothin compared to some others over on them there North Yorkshire Moors. If you're man enough I'll give you a guided tour next time you're up here. In the meantime I'll see you at Market Harborough in a few weeks time.
Ray, I'm man enough but I was not on the bike I was in't van with a couple of bikes in the back, I think one of the places I went was Littlebeck, not very good in the van but great I would imagine on a bike. Looking forward to you buying me a pint at the open day Ray
I went over to look at Todmorden to look at the graves of my ancestral Marshall family, the place we stayed was a ten minute walk down to town but a 45 minute drive in a car, yes the roads are like that. I was at a jumble scooping up unwanted Moore & Wright engineers tools for pennies when THUMP THUMP along came a blue Ariel single with DA Busmar. A pleasant sight.