I watched the roll out on television before nipping up to the entrance to my static caravan's park to see the race pass live.
There must have been a couple of hundred people up there, not bad for the middle of nowhere.
Photography, particularly sports photography, isn't my thing, so I was quite pleased to get an image - even if a bit blurred - of the breakaway.
Astana at the head of the peloton - pleased to get the chopper in.
(Most) of Astana again.
Further down the peloton.
A better shot of the chopper in exchange for a poorer shot of the riders.
I've no idea how to deal with the sunshine, just leave the camera on 'auto', point and shoot.
Getting further down the peloton.
The start of the support caravan.
A little while after the race had passed I rode the few miles into Bedale.
I was surprised at the amount of banners and bunting, and a couple of the villages had fairs, live entertainment and the like.
Barbies were being held in front gardens, and it looked like a road club had put up a small stand with two bikes on turbo trainers for visitors to try.
That was all within about four miles, so quite some turnout if repeated over the length of the stage.