Tour de Yorkshire time again, and I find myself on the bus heading down to Whitby in order to soak up the fantastic atmosphere.
I have to confess men in tights isn’t really my thing. But cycling? Oh yes, that takes me back to my days as a mini-teen rattling along on my second-hand blue Raleigh taking in country lanes and no-cycling paths as if there were no tomorrow, mostly (as I recall) in pursuit of boy-scouts who came to camp in the local manor grounds.
But swiftly packing that all back in the far recesses of my mind where it shall quite firmly remain, I’m looking forward to an afternoon of excitement and fun, supporting these doughty athletes as they go speeding by.
So, we join some kind people who have offered hospitality and sustenance as part of the welcoming committee…it could only happen in Whitby, couldn’t it – a pirate readying himself to greet the hardy cyclists as they battle up and down the Yorkshire gradients…