....or the day that the Very Lovely Valencia discovered what the granny ring was for!
As I might have mentioned, just once or twice, the elder cub and I are planning to ride to his Bedstemor's house in Barrow in Furness this summer. It occurred to me a while back that I probably ought to do a recce run on my own of at least some of it prior to the great adventure... and then last week I suddenly noticed that it's not very long at all until we set off on the 18th of next month, and that nearly all of my weekends have got something pencilled in already on at least one day. Uh oh....
So on Sunday, I set off from York armed with a couple of spare tubes and my mini-toolkit, a bag full of snacks, a couple of pages from the road atlas, some scribbled down train times and a vague and wooly plan to ride to Bedale and see how I felt before deciding on my next step. Bedale will be our halfway point on day 2 when I go with the cub, and I figured that from there I could either ride back to Northallerton and catch a train or, if I was feeling particulary brave, get the Wensleydale light railway to Redmire, and ride on to Hawes (which will be our second overnight stop) and then Garsdale to get a train back from there. I will confess to being slightly nervous about the number of places with very tall-sounding names on the route....
I wanted to get to Bedale by around noon, in case I went for the train to Redmire option. Various routes on googlemaps and bikely suggested 40 to 45 miles to Bedale via Ripon. I tend to pootle along at 11 or so mph, so that's 4 hours more or less, plus a bit of stopping to look at maps/getting lost/the odd wrong turn, which means I should have left around 7. But I'm rubbish at being on time for things and a dreadful faffer, so at 5 past 8 I stopped to get cash out of the hole in the wall in Acomb - about 3 miles from home. Oops. I have to say that riding round town at that time on a Sunday morning is remarkably pleasant, and Acomb in the morning sunshine managed to look convincingly leafy and suburban.
I took the B road out through Rufforth to Long Marston, stopping on the way to take a picture of
Marston Moor monument, which commemorates a battle that took place 366 years and 2 days ago, apparently.
If I'd gone this way a week earlier it appears I would have found the sealed knot doing their thing, but not this week, alas.
I did see rather a lot of people riding the other way, several groups of 10 or more riders and the odd lone wolf, many of whom gave me a nod, a grin or a cheerful good morning - I wondered if there was an audax or something happening. I may have to think again about this route out of York - even at that time on a Sunday it was fairly busy, and a pretty quick road. It would be nice to avoid the NSL fast stuff where I can, as they are a bit stressful to ride with an 8 year old.
Turning off after Tockwith towards Cattal, however, revealed a beauty of a road. Perfectly smooth blacktop, and hardly a car in sight.
Combined with a bit of sunshine and a refreshing breeze this was turning into a remarkably pleasant morning's amble out. Over the very pretty bridge at Cattal
and I knew it was getting close to say goodbye to the flatlands....
I stopped at Cattal train station to take a quick snap in celebration of the location that saw the purchase of Cub's beloved islabike, last October, which is what started this whole meet strange men off the internet and go on Silly_Bike_Adventures shennanigans.
Then over the A59 (not looking forward to that junction with the cub - he isn't quick off the blocks!) and up the hill to Whixley which surprised me by being atually much more manageable than it looked from the bottom. I'd vaguely planned to wiggle round the villages to avoid the B6265 but was a bit aware of the time, and thought I'd see how good/bad it is. The answer is that it was fine for me, but I'd like to check the alternatives. I don't think it'll be a problem for the cub, but I think he'd enjoy it more on smaller, slower roads where I can. Ripon was very pretty
apart from a couple of gurt big roundabouts, and it was nice to get a big wave and a smile from the boaties. This will be our first overnight stop, and since even I made it in under 2 1/2 hours I reckon that I can afford to lengthen the route for the sake of more benign roads if I need to.
From Ripon I followed the A6108 as far as West Tanfield (where at least one house hasn't noticed that it might be time to take down the ing-gur-la-aaand flag) then headed up through Well and Snape (anyone for potions?).
Then, somehow rather sooner than I expected, I found myself on Bedale. I somewhat gingerly navigated the road down to the station - avoiding suicidal pedestrians and pavement mounting 4x4s, and found the station.
I realised that I'd actually got there with plenty of time to spare. In fact, from Acomb to Bedale was under 3 1/2 hours - which is going some for me, given that there were Hills involved. Although the website said that it was an 'orange' timetable day the poster in the station proclaimed the 4th July to be a 'blue' day - which meant that the train would be quarter of an hour earlier than I'd expected, which made me extra glad of the early arrival. So I, and the other waiting passengers who drifted in over the next 30 minutes, were getting a bit twitchy as no train arrived. It turned up bang on time for the orange schedule, and the guard/ticket seller hopped down with a big step to help people up onto the train and just said 'oh, wherever in there', pointing vaguely at the guards van, when I asked where to put Valencia. I stacked her as carefully as I could next to a rather pretty Marin, across the corridor from another Marin and a Specialized.
The guard sold me a single to Redmire for 7 quid and told me to sit anywhere I liked even though the front carriage had a sign up saying it was reserved. And it really is the front - you can go and peer through a glass window over the driver's shoulder if you want! This is the (very shaky!) view towards the front of the train....
It's a leisurely amble (taking the best part of an hour to cover less than 15 miles) across Wensleydale through tree lined cuttings where the branches rattle against the train windows then suddenly the views open out to reveal the most spectacular vista (including a worrying amount of Very_Big_Hills). One minute you can see this
then the next moment you get views like this
It's rather charming, slightly eccentric and, as several posters and banners in Bedale were very keen to inform me, if you pick your day and your time right in August it'll even be steam-hauled!
At Leyburn there was a bit of bicycle jenga as the other cyclists got off and Valencia said goodbye to her shiny new friends. At the stop beginning with F the guard went through the train 5 minutes before double-checking that nobody wanted to get off there - nobody did, so they didn't bother to stop. I wonder if you want to board there, do you have to stand on the platform edge and stick a hand out like hailing a bus? There's one lovely moment on the ride when the train slows to a halt just before a gated level crossing, and waits while the on-board guard hops off (having donned his hi-vis), goes and checks the road's clear, puts the barriers across and waves the train through and then opens the barriers before jumping back on.
On the approach to Redmire the guard came and chatted for a bit - and warned me that the weather wasn't looking so good. I said that I'd noticed it wa getting a bit grey, but I don't tend to mind rain too much, and that was what was forecast so I was pretty much expecting to get damp. "Ah, it's not just the rain though. There's a fair old wind now, and it's not going your way!" I had noticed that it was looking a bit blustery....
Off the train at Redmire, where the majority of the passengers seemned to be taking the vintage bus to Aysgarth but were determinedly milling around like bemused sheep as I walked off down the lane
(NSTN rating on WTF?!?!?!?!?!?) in search of a road that I was prepared to inflict on Valencia. I also fielded a call at this point from a London-based friend, looking for advice about what bike to buy her son. Easy question, easy answer - Islabike
The guard was not wrong about the wind. I set off, following the signs for Askrigg. It's a bit worrying when you find that you come to a halt if you stop pedalling on the slopy-down bits... and there were a couple of alarming moments when the front wheel caught a blustery bit from the side, and the bike started to slip. Then it started to rain. Then it started to rain quite a lot. Since my waterproof isn't very, and I was already fairly warm, I decided not to bother with is although I did actually zip my fleece up, which is fairly unusual for me (and had a slightly nervous moment that the zip was bust when I tried - but it was just some gravel stuck in the doo-berry at the bottom of the zip, lord alone knows how).
By Carperby I was experiencing the joys of horizontal (and very sharp!) rain. A cyclist coming down the hill said a very chipper hello
- well he would, wouldn't he. He was going downhill, with the wind at his back, and a decent looking waterproof! Did I mention that it was really rather damp, by th eway?
Shortly after Askrigg there is an option to go down a hill, following a sign to Hawes. But I'd sort of planned to the back roads, so I went up instead. I wish I could say something eloquent and moving about the scenery and the views, as so many do on here when describing rides, but to be honest I was just concentrating on keeping the pedals going round, my head down, and avoiding the larger of the lakes on the road. My thought process was less 'look at the beautiful view' than 'Up again... OK, down again.... Ow! Ow! Stinging rain! Up again.... bit more up...." although there is something rather nice about looking around and realising that the very big hills a long way away that you saw earlier are now very much closer, and look a lot smaller, because you're rather closer to the top of 'em. Eventually I saw a sign pointing down a hill, telling me that Hawes (home of many fine tea and coffee emporiums) was 3/4 of a mile that-a-way.
Hooray!