Cycling adventures across Yorkshire, Britain and beyond
Yorkshire has several imposing canals, which often sound like other things. The mighty Leeds–Liverpool (grudge football fixture). The remarkable Huddersfield Narrow (prize rhubarb variety). The amazing Calder & Hebble (Perrier-award-winning female comedy duo). Not so Pocklington Canal, an isolated spur of water connecting the Derwent with the market town, a dozen miles east of York….
After being delighted by Coldstones Cut just west of Pateley Bridge earlier in the day, I still had a few hours before my bus back home, so I headed east to Brimham Rocks. I passed through the village of Glasshouses. It put me in mind of the previous week when I’d cycled through Stone in…
Mysterious sacred temple of an ancient civilisation; most perfectly preserved prehistoric hillfort in Britain; ancient stones aligned to tap the energy of ley lines that overlook vast panoramas… Coldstones Cut might look that way, but it’s none of these. It’s a hilltop artwork from 2010 that overlooks a dusty, noisy, working quarry – but it’s…
A mopping-up day today, doing bits I hadn’t quite explored enough yet, and it turned out very well, and sociable too. I checked out of the Prem Inn and headed into the cloudless but very chilly sunshine, sporting the unusual combination of M&S sunhat and Sports Direct clearance ski gloves. After a few back lanes…
A day of water. With clouds and chilly easterlies forecast, I half-wondered about doing today’s ride tomorrow instead… but went out into the drizzle anyway, returning to Lichfield by train to pick up where I left off yesterday. I headed east towards Burton, in search of nice quiet country lanes. Quiet they certainly were, thanks…
Today was my gravel-bike day. Obviously my bike is a tourer, but it wouldn’t take much to convert it into a gravel bike. I’d just have to fit it with worse brakes, more difficult gears and less robust wheels, remove the rack and mudguards, swop the frame for aluminium, and charge myself five hundred quid…
Staffordshire, no bull: I was very happy to be back researching routes again today. Right in front of Stafford station is Victoria Park, and it looked very neat, fresh and attractive on this cloudless, warm spring morning. I probably didn’t: I’d had a 5am start in York. The River Sow runs through it, and overlooking…
The Archers is set in a West Yorkshire village. Well, its theme tune is, anyway. And my trip to the place in question formed a lovely little half-day ride on this sunny morning. The BBC Radio 4 soap may take place in ‘Borsetshire’, somewhere round Worcestershire or Warwickshire, but the signature music is explicitly about…
Hornsea Mere is Yorkshire’s biggest body of water. The great county is big on many things liquid – rivers, reservoirs, beer – but not naturally-occurring lakes. In fact, its four largest aren’t even lakes at all, at least not in name. At joint No. 4, Scarborough Mere and Gormire, each 6.5 hectares; at No. 3,…
From Britain’s biggest house to its smallest today: Wentworth Woodhouse, outside Rotherham (23,000m2) to the hermit’s cell, York (7m2). This gloriously sunny ride also featured a place called Jump, a road called No, red and yellow bikes and blue cones, and a southern French village adrift in South Yorkshire. With a windless, cloudless sunny day…