Note to self: do more pelvic floor exercises, or ‘kegels’ as the Americans call it. That final section, back on the tow path to The Cheshire Cat, was bumpier than it had felt on the way out. But it was also nearly the end, and that was something I was ready for. I didn't have… Continue reading Cycling to Malpas – and Back
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A Week in Norfolk
Sea Palling, a small village on the north Norfolk coast, used to just be called Palling. But a little re-branding took place in the Victorian era, to entice the growing number of tourists looking for coastal escapes from the big industrial smoggy cities. Like Staithes, on the Yorkshire coast, where we visited last weekend, this… Continue reading A Week in Norfolk
A Night on the Town
In Downton Abbey, they always used to talk about going ‘up’ to London, even when they lived in Yorkshire. I have read somewhere, and it may even have been true, that this was to do with the start of the railway lines. Even though the first trainline built in the UK was between Liverpool and… Continue reading A Night on the Town
Northcote Hotel
I realised, whist reclining in the bath, during a one-night stay at Northcote, that I should have brought the pumice stone. Not the stone but handmade chocolates at the end of our meal. Something to entice the reader. It’s a dark grey holey piece of rock (probably actually scoria rather than pumice) and looks like… Continue reading Northcote Hotel
Cycle Trip: Lincoln to Liverpool – Day 4 (The final day!)
Last orders at the Crow's Nest! John first cooked up this idea last summer. A way to raise funds for Motor Neurone Disease research, and to have a bit of a challenge. When he asked who wanted to join the ‘fun’ I foolishly put my hand up . He said it would be about 30… Continue reading Cycle Trip: Lincoln to Liverpool – Day 4 (The final day!)
Cycle Trip: Lincoln to Liverpool – Day 3
If you’d told me to get on a bike again after the end of day 2 I may have told you that I was throwing in the towel. My forearms ached, my shoulders were sore and I couldn’t actually squat far down on my right leg before the pain kicked in. I won’t even go… Continue reading Cycle Trip: Lincoln to Liverpool – Day 3
Cycle Trip: Lincoln to Liverpool – Day 1
The day before, we were thinking about setting off on the first leg at just after 9. To let the rush hour pass but to make sure that we could get to the end destination while it was still light. Then as the warm, sunny evening wore on and drinks were had, we thought around… Continue reading Cycle Trip: Lincoln to Liverpool – Day 1
‘Will you cycle with us?’, they said
My idea of getting back to normal after the last few months is to fret about a bike ride. My bike when I bought it, all shiny and new. Doesn't look this clean any more. It’s the one that had been arranged by Anne’s brother John (sometimes called Jack), way back last year. It was… Continue reading ‘Will you cycle with us?’, they said
Coast to Coast Day 14 – Grosmont to Robin Hood’s Bay (15.5 miles)
This is actually the day after as, well, who has time to write when someone’s handing you a glass of champagne or three? I’ve been brought back to the west coast again in less time than the Tony Blackburn radio show. This automobile idea may just catch on. The first lot of washing is on… Continue reading Coast to Coast Day 14 – Grosmont to Robin Hood’s Bay (15.5 miles)
Coast to Coast Day 13 – Blakey Ridge to Grosmont (pron. Growmont: 13.5 miles)
It was the penultimate day! And the first day that John cracked open his bottle of suncream. All of us tramping with him lathered some liberally on our arms as hey, it was a short sleeves day! Bucolic is a word I have always had problems with, because I always forget the definition. To me… Continue reading Coast to Coast Day 13 – Blakey Ridge to Grosmont (pron. Growmont: 13.5 miles)
