This reads like a fantastic day out, which it was I am sure. A day full of superlatives. But isn’t it interesting the comments he lets slip about his younger brother Norman. It is as though Norman is not blessed with brotherly love, but just tolerated. As an only child I cannot imagine family life either.
A mixed day including meeting three cyclists from Nelson who have taken long distance cycling to new heights. Today also included a visit to Flamborough Head, about which Charlie says little apart from the heavy rain and the incoming tide. Cycling the Yorkshire Wolds the ‘wrong way’ ie by going up and over them instead of following the valley routes, but he puts in a creditable performance of 70 miles before returning late to his parents ‘digs’ in the Town.
A gentle meander round the landward side of Scarborough found Charlie travelling round in a great circle and ending back at Scarborough. Never having been before, his initial impression is that it is a beautiful area. But it did cost him threepence to walk along an estate road, which rather disgusted him. But this is Yorkshire, where it is not unknown to be confronted with a request for payment after travelling along a long byway.
Due to lack of finances Charlie has to behave this week and travel with his parents and stay at their digs in Scarborough. The travelling there is where the laughter starts. His Mother and younger brother Norman must have travelled by train, but Pa insists on travelling on his little two stroke motor bike in company with Charlie, who hates with a vengeance anything that uses petrol. The journey to Scarborough is full of laughs and qualifies for a book of its own.
Part Two, you should know, is dismissed by Charlie in only 2500 words – I cannot hold a candle to this guy, I have run out of superlatives. Just read the page….
By the time you have read the page to which this post directs you, you will understand why I have not written an introduction. The narrative is exceptional and cannot be bettered. Suffice to say that part one of his all night weekend ride comes to 1900 words alone. Read on, dear Reader, for I cannot improve upon it.
Yet another visit to Beeston Castle, but this time we are treated and taken on a very comprehensive tour of the hills upon which Beeston and Peckforton Castles are perched. You have to hand it to Charlie, the tracks and minor roads he manages to find are legion. I will make a resolution to visit this area anew in 2016. I too enjoy visiting this area.
An absolutely glorious Saturday afternoon in Cheshire. They even meet a motor cyclist who puts the opposite view to the troublesome one they experienced last week. No mention of rain, just the hot sun for company and rolled up sleeves ! The joys of cycling. There is much to read as well.
You get a lot of description here, in particular of the Black Plague as it struck this part of Derbyshire in the week 3 August to the 10 August 1666. You can just imagine the feelings of the inhabitants as it crept across the land and invaded almost every house. The Hancocke family lost seven out of eight members of the family all within the space of one week. Terror certainly stalked the land. Charlie’s page conveys the horror in more detail. Apart from the above, Tom and Charlie had a cracking day !
More detail here of a cyclists typical tearoom which must have added sparkle to their teastops. Charlie always seemed to be perpetually broke, (financially speaking), but still they ordered meals everywhere though I suspect that some of the meals were just bread and butter. My cycling started in the early 1950’s and any idea of being able to wash the road dust off at teaplaces was long gone (doubtless due to fully sealed roads), but the other change was that we carried our own sandwiches (no one could afford to buy a proper meal anyway).