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September 26 Ripon to Pocklington 84km
By now the hills were over and it was very pleasant riding, if a bit cold. The only variation in the route that Cycle.route had generated was today. I had rerouted through York. Not sure why, it’s just one of those places that I wanted to visit. The approach to York was pleasant and it was easy to get around York. A lot of tourists. Because I had been making such good timing, I thought I might make a run for Hull and catch the overnight ferry tonight. Ha! After York, the road conditions changed drastically, so did my speed. At one stage I was rolling through a field! Lovely cycling, though.
I headed for Pocklington where I had seen a farmsite campsite. I like these places. They’re typically simple, but good. And this was no exception. A bit exposed, but the facilities were modern and hot water was freely available. A large field for campers and caravans, a smaller field seemed to be for tents. There were a couple of hikers already there and another tent with no-one around.
The two hikers went off to town while I cooked my dinner and had an early night.
Sometime after midnight, the chap from the other tent ripped open my tent and shone his big torch on me yelling at me. I was snoring and he didn’t like that. After yelling at me and threatening me he stomped off. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. It took a while for me to calm down and get back to sleep. Sometime about 6 I must have started snoring again because he was yelling again. He woke me up, so problem solved. By the time I got up he was gone in his car, but he’d talked to the two hikers as well expressing his pleasure that they were moving on. Bizarre behaviour, I thought.
Before I moved on, I had a chat with the owner, just to let him know what had happened. The guy was working locally and staying for a week. He’ll open up the wrong tent some night and regret it.
By now the hills were over and it was very pleasant riding, if a bit cold. The only variation in the route that Cycle.route had generated was today. I had rerouted through York. Not sure why, it’s just one of those places that I wanted to visit. The approach to York was pleasant and it was easy to get around York. A lot of tourists. Because I had been making such good timing, I thought I might make a run for Hull and catch the overnight ferry tonight. Ha! After York, the road conditions changed drastically, so did my speed. At one stage I was rolling through a field! Lovely cycling, though.
I headed for Pocklington where I had seen a farmsite campsite. I like these places. They’re typically simple, but good. And this was no exception. A bit exposed, but the facilities were modern and hot water was freely available. A large field for campers and caravans, a smaller field seemed to be for tents. There were a couple of hikers already there and another tent with no-one around.
The two hikers went off to town while I cooked my dinner and had an early night.
Sometime after midnight, the chap from the other tent ripped open my tent and shone his big torch on me yelling at me. I was snoring and he didn’t like that. After yelling at me and threatening me he stomped off. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. It took a while for me to calm down and get back to sleep. Sometime about 6 I must have started snoring again because he was yelling again. He woke me up, so problem solved. By the time I got up he was gone in his car, but he’d talked to the two hikers as well expressing his pleasure that they were moving on. Bizarre behaviour, I thought.
Before I moved on, I had a chat with the owner, just to let him know what had happened. The guy was working locally and staying for a week. He’ll open up the wrong tent some night and regret it.