Yorkshire

Let me tell you a little about Yorkshire. The yorkshire folk are hardy no-nonsense people. If you want to head up the hill, well you head straight up, even if its steep. No messing around with hairpin bends and the like. It can be well aired in Yorkshire. So a good hill gets the blood running. And what do you call such a road? Steep lane or hill road seems a good plan. And if you are going up, well not to worry if the road suddenly goes steeply down for a bit - gives a bit of breathing space after all. Also characteristic is the warmth, friendliness and kindness that is evident. Its very noticeable that I receive more kindness and have more conversations and contact here.

I wake to rain, mist and cloud and not the promised sunshine. I am hopeful it will soon clear, and by late morning it is once more a nice day. This will be another day of hills. First I climb onto the moor above Keithley and rather surprisingly find that the reservoir on the moor is used for the Halifax Sailing Club. Then its down again and I pause in Haworth. Home of the Brönte sisters - who wrote some of my favourite novels. Its a steep cobbled town, full of tea shops and tourists.

Next up onto Ilkley moor. Now I am in childhood territory. Its not so far from Leeds where I grew up. Its a wonderful day to be up in this beautiful place. Luckily its getting a little easier as I head down through Otley and then over to Harrogate for the night where I lodge with another cyclist.Meer informatie