Sad to leave our new favourite campsite, we had no choice if we wanted to arrive at our destination before sunset. This will be our longest day of the trip, with 117 miles to cover. Fortunately for us, it is also the flattest with very few hills thrown in between Ripon and Hornsea.
A short stint on the bikes had us in the centre of Ripon, where we found a nice café to have us some breakfast. Okay, okay, we each had a full English, but don't judge us. Once we hit the road again, we were soon passing through some really beautiful scenery. Some of the villages were likes nothing I've ever seen before. They were the kind where, if you won the lottery, you'd want to live there. Very nice indeed.
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| The worst surface we had to ride on, but stunning views |
We managed the entire journey with only a couple of drops of rain - quite literally; the rest of the day remained quite pleasant. Once on the other side of Driffield, we knew we only had 20 or so miles to reach the official end point of the Way of the Roses route and boy did those 20 miles drag out. As we approached the coast heading directly east, each peak of each climb had us thinking it would be the last before the final descent down to sea level. How wrong we were. The undulations just kept coming and coming and it honestly felt like we'd never arrive. But of course we did, and it felt awesome. After a well deserved ice cream on the promenade at Bridlington, we made the final 15 miles to our back-garden accommodation for the night. Hoorah - we've done it! Just got to get ourselves back home now.
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| Om nom nom... |
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| A genuine smile this time! |
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