It's cold up north

In an act of travel insanity, our week's holiday in Yorkshire coincided with rain, hail, snow, arctic winds and more rain.

We were close to Pickering, just south of the North Yorkshire moor. We took in York (charming), Whitby (proletarian and popular, with a plethora of chips and gulls), Scarborough (poor and unloved) and Nunnington Hall (NT and as nice as you would expect).

The highlight of the week for us was the final day of the Tour de Yorkshire; we intercepted the race twice:

- on TV,  you get to appreciate team strategies;

- roadside, the lycra blur communicates supreme athleticism .. and stoicism.

Here are some pictures.

Yes, we were on TV (ITV4). On the left Clare, Alex and Adrian spectating
& green-anoraked myself above with camera. We're just up from Hutton-le-Hole.

Alex at Nunnington Hall (NT)

Clare and Adrian at the TdY finish in Scarborough

On the strength of two generous evening meals, Chinese and Indian respectively, Clare and myself returned home three pounds heavier than at our own grand départ a week ago. A diet of fruit, salad and porridge is already in effect - and I was (underpowered) at the gym this morning ...