Yorkshire is fantastic, it has everything: history, power, beauty, countryside, cities, ports, rivers, industry. It is one great confluence of everything that is mankind and today, I felt, smelt and loved it on my bicycle.
When shifting across the country on a bicycle you are in a slightly different dimension, something from the past: unnoticed by motorised transport, suited to a forgotten time and forgotten routes. And it is discovering those forgotten routes that is part of the great adventure and excitement of cycling in Britain today. Through these routes you see back into the past; you notice the old details and you understand the why. This really struck me at the very beginning of the day when I was faced with crossing the river Ouse. Crossing the river Ouse? When did you last hear a trucker say “Gawd, I had a hell of time crossing the river today”; they just sit on their two or three lane road and power over a magnificent modern concrete bridge, barely noticing this once impenetrable natural barrier. Now on a bicycle this changes as you don’t want to be funnelled into one of these national motorised thoroughfares as you will just be swept over board in all the hurly burly of modern traffic. Instead you seek an older, quieter route. A ferry would be ideal and there once was a ferry at Goole as suggested in the road name “ferry road”. However this was seemingly replaced many years ago by a, now old, bridge and when crossing it, if you look to left and right you can visualise the forgotten vikings rowing there way to power and conquest across this region..
Moving further North away from the business of the river, you find narrow quaint lanes, originating from the beginning of human occupation and these eventually lead up into commanding heights of the North York moors where you can see straight across the expanse of the Yorkshire plain. On a bike you feel the climb and wonder if sticking west would have been a better idea, let’s hope not.
However, let the pictures tell the tale of the great confluence that is this fantastic county called Yorkshire.
(For riders of the bicycle, I recommend routes dissecting the main conurbations, on roads from nowhere to nowhere. These roads are ancient, magnificent, peaceful. Today mine was : Thorne, Goole, Bubwith, Elvington, Stamford Bridge, Flaxton, Sheriff Hutton, Hovingham, Helmsley. Oh, and eating lots of cake really, really works)
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