Boston Spa to Howden, Tuesday 17th October 2023, 70 miles

On Monday evening 8 of us were scheduled to ride with the weather promising a fine and dry day. Come 9.15 am on Tuesday our ranks had swelled to eleven!!
The Yorkshire First Eleven.
Compadres were Keith, Neil, just recovered from Covid 💪, Stuart, Bill, Bob L, Pete D, Steve P and me Steve B. We were joined by the 3 kings, Dave Westerman who had ridden over with me, Sean C and our very own Thursday Road Captain Graham.
Our destination was Howden which is situated in the East Riding of Yorkshire. Apparently William the Conqueror gave the Town to the Bishops of Durham. He was all heart.
The Minster was built from the 13th century but fell into disrepair due to lack of money and was used as a stables by the Parlimentarians during the Civil War. Just goes to show the Government were just as stingy then.
Special mention to Steve P who was sporting his new steed for its first proper ride. He didn’t let us down as it was christened with its first ton by the time he got home after riding round the estate a few extra times.
Our route took us out via Rudgate to Stutton, Ulleskelf , Cawood and Kelfield on our way to Escrick. The breeze was initially from the north swinging from the east as we rode on. Riding towards Skipwith, Sean peeled off wanting to be home early, so he headed to Bubwith for a coffee and then back home.
I had chosen a new approach and instead of the usual Bubwith we headed south across the Market Weighton road through the narrow lanes and South Duffield to the old A63 where a short ride took us into Howden. Our journey had been straightforward with no issues but after fortifying ourselves at the old bakery cafe the return was not without incident.
Lunch comprised of bacon, egg, sandwiches, Cornish style pasties, mushy peas, sausage roll, beans, tuna mayo sandwiches flapjacks and hot drinks.
We kept them busy for half an hour.
Suitably refreshed we headed south on the Station road to Bubwith and over the crossroads where our first incident happened. I take full responsibility for turning left back to Bubwith in error, the plan was to go via some local villages to Sutton on Derwent. Instead we headed back to Skipwith when our second incident struck.
Despite his new wheels Steve needed to adjust his saddle height, I assume he had grown a couple of inches after his sausage roll and beans.
On we went and I decided we would go via Thorganby to Wheldrake and rejoin the original route, but not before Steve needed further adjustment to his seat 😀
With the wind at our backs we set a scorching pace through to Crockey Hill and down Howden lane. Pete D had the bit between his teeth. 😤
Stopping briefly on the bridge over the Ouse for medicinal jelly babies, mainly so I could have a breather, we cracked on back via Copmanthorpe, Healaugh, Wighill and to Walton. Here we said our farewells and rode the remaining distances to our respective homes.
Great company guys and I enjoyed the day.
Thanks to Keith for his usual sweeper role making sure we didn’t lose anyone.