Just back from a few days in Yawkshire, staying in a spacious site several miles from the city, and giving my new tent its first proper outing:
Finally had a chance to cycle the length of the solar system:
Human power energy sources (the gorgeous chocolate-topped flapjacks from Thomas the Baker were hiding in my pannier):
A rumbling bridge, even though it only leads into a field of sheep. So nice and rumbling in fact that I cycled over it three times.
The most dangerous thing I've ever encountered was next to this sign:
Still with an entire bay all to myself, though it was York Races and the site was filling up a bit:
And each night I watched the sunset through the pine forest and listened to the owls. One was going "tweek", another "woohoohoo-a-hoo" and a third was going "peepeepeepeepee".
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