Morning world – easy day today.
Fabulous breakfast in the guest house, and onward for the easy day. Marrsy had warned us that it wouldn’t be as easy as we hoped, but we set off with Marrsys wheel a creaking – off the couple of miles to a local bike shop which was luckily open on a Sunday. We arrived just as they were opening, and Marrsy stepped forth in enquire about a new wheel. Please he begged, I need a back wheel, cycling 100 miles I’m desperate – please. Something tells me they see him coming I thought. “Yes sir we have a wheel” (wink wink) “just the one mind” – “pleeease let me have it” – okay – thats £180 quid!!.. hardy har… Well poor old Marrsy had no choice but to cough up the readies – he even had to put the wheel on himself. He gave it a spin – ooohhh smooth he said, its soo much better. Then came the clicking. The horrible, relentless, very loud indeed clicking. Every time he free-wheeled its sang its clickity click song – nah that’s never going to pee you off is it? By the time we left the shop frontage it did.
So, shall we go back a couple of miles and join the route, or go up this slight incline instead. “Slight incline” we all chorused. We went, it wasn’t. It was possibly in parts as steep as yesterdays, but no way near as long. I kept the wheels spinning – Marrsy had told me the only reason I had failed the big hill yesterday was because of my mental toughness – well sod him, my brain was going to get me up this hill. It didn’t – but my legs/arms/back/feet/hands and neck did. We paused for a while drinking in the rain whilst Brend caught us, then off with a breeze in our hair along a wonderful stretch of up and down – but mostly down – we continued on. Through Ripon, which I cannot even remember – even though I have looked at street view on Google Earth, weird. And into Boroughbridge and the Black Bull public House. Beer for Marrs, squash and sparkly water for the girls and a quite wonderful sunday roast. With a massive Yorkshire Pud. Forgot we were in Yorkshire. Marrsy had the “Veggy” option which was sweet and sour vegatables, with a lump in. A big lump, a big soft Yorkshire pudding shaped lump. Yes Marrsy had the fun of the Yorkshire in his sweet and sour – cool.
It was pretty flat for the rest of the trip and I cannot remember anything about it at all. Then we were in York – woohoo.
We got there about 3 ish i think, checked in quickly, then down to the river for a pint or two. then to an interesting pub called the matlings. It had lots of strange, but wonderful, alcohol in it. Erdinger was about as weird as I went, but Marrsy had an interesting orange (in colour) cider which looked rank – but he pretended to like it. Where next – lets go buy a tie each… Evening Thai was nice, Marrsys was too hot for some reason he had the same chillies as me, only much much hotter.. Fully beered and slightly tied up we went to bed.