You want pictures?
We got pictures.
Just a couple to start with, more and words may come later.
When I have attended to the sleep dep.
This, I'm pretty sure is what was going on above the River Trent whilst Charlie & Olaf & Mistral talked their way through one of Charlie's inner tubes.
Amazingly, a passing mini-cab driver offered
A) A lift
B) Assistance of our choice
C) Use of his tools
You can see a random Addison Lee driver in London doing that, can't you? Well? Can't you? I thought not.
Then, there's this... which is the shot I should've, but didn't take on this ride last year - owing to me being 90° away from where I should've been to take the pic
I remain needled by the slight lack of symmetry. An iPhone is not ideal for this sort of stuff.
I'm sure that others will follow with more pics in no time at all.
Now, I must saw logs....
ZZZZZZzzzzzZZZzzzzzzzz
BTW. Before I go.
This ride is magic.
Really magic.
It shrugs off suburban York in less than half an hour.
The darkness embraces you almost immediately.
Then, just before Goole, the ride starts giving.
And keeps on giving, and giving, unabated, for mile after mile....
Only towards the end, does it ask for something back.
And most, even those who deploy the 24" gear, are happy to repay.
Because the rest of the ride is such a dream.
Worth every penny of the keffafle (for those who don't reside in York) to get to and return from.
Hell! - It cannot be a bad ride - last night someone from Glasgow pitched up for it, as did someone from Portsmouth.
I'd say that's a good catchment area.
OFFS! - What am I talking about now?
I should be in BED!!!