My nose, carelessly left out unprotected in the sun yesterday afternoon, felt like a hot air balloon this morning. Ow.
I cycled out of Pocklington and up through the rising Wolds past Kilnwick Percy and into the hidden gem of Millington: all cosy little lanes, threading their way through dry chalk valleys like railtrails.
I snacked at Tibthorpe and eventually – after a tedious three-sides-of-square detour round Driffield – into Cranswick, for a coffee coloured drink from a machine in a garden centre. They had a real stove, though.
I popped into Driffield for the Thursday market, and then out along the pavement path to Nafferton: home of the Cross Keys pub, run by relatives Petros and Jackie, where I had an outstanding plate of fish and chips and a pint.
After all that hilly excitement of the first two days, from here it felt rather low-key, though I wasn’t unhappy about having flat terrain and a mild tailwind, and I had a quick look at the handsome Burton Agnes Hall.
A final downhill took me into Bridlington, and the surprise of the handsome Old Town. I had a quick look at the seafront and salmon-pink promenade. A good finish to the ride, and something of a mirror-image bookend to Morecambe, though I didn’t see anybody walking a dog riding a Brompton.
Miles today: 42
Miles since Morecambe: 170