Cloudy, blue patches, and a bit of breeze, and the prospect of a ride with company. More, I had somehow sorted out a route for this ride, and folk wanted to do it. The Spa and I (not quite a song title), set off for Slaid Hill.
Three other riders and me met there, and when we reached East Keswick two more joined up, a full rule of six, then. A stretch of A659 to Collingham, turn left to cross the Wharfe at Linton and a left turn onto Northgate Lane leaves the village behind us. Next junction, left again to head for Sicklinghall. And right at the bottom of the village, turn right. This seems to be a bridleway now, I am fairly sure it was a real road when I first used it. But that was a very long time ago.
Back to today, leave Stockeld Park and ride into Spofforth. Carry straight on, to pass the castle and reach Follifoot. One of us knew a quieter way to travel towards Knaresborough, and that was good. Cross the Nidd, the third river today for me, and turn right onto Abbey Road. This stays close to the river, and reaches the B6164, Wetherby Road, turn right here. And again, to visit the Watermill Cafe. Refuelling was a good idea.
Back to the Wetherby Road, and head in that direction. The sun came out properly before we reached Little Ribston, through North Deighton and then seemed to vanish. A bit chilly freewheeling through Kirk Deighton. Navigate the outskirts of Wetherby to Linton Lane, yup we are going back there. And back across the River Wharfe, into Collingham. All because I wanted to ride up Jewitt Lane. We all did, really.
The views are often far reaching from Compton Lane, at the top, not bad at all today. Oddly, there did not seem to be much breeze up there, but anyway, it’s East Rigton next, and from there Milner Lane is close. Today, ride this all the way into Scarcroft. Where we split, three going left, three going straight on. Up past the golf course, one more of us left, to turn right. Two returned to Slaid Hill, and shortly after that went our separate ways.
All downhill for me from there, happy about that. Even happier that I could make time for a pint or two before the final stretch to home. A big grin, nowt to do with the drink, everything to do with the ride. Fifty three miles in good company, fair weather and spring countryside. Cannot beat that. Oh, and 67 feet short of 3000 feet of climbing. I deserved that drink.
Multi tasking gp thingy does this as well as show me the way around,