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Present -
Jackie + Stuart / Lyn + Stewart / Warren / Pete + Kate / Jackie + Nigel./
Andy
Stu, Andy and I
set off, in the rain, Friday tea time - the two Jackies go up in "the
Tardis". By the time we get there it's stopped raining and we've just
about dried out.
I try to plant
my VFR in the mud but, as luck would have it, it keeps upright and "the
wife" pulls me out (the bike, you naughty person). Then it's out with
the MASSIVE 6 man tent whilst t'others whip there little'uns out. ! ! !
Tents up and
it's time for "refreshments" - ie food and booze. Andy, Stu and Jackie H
are very accomplished in this camping lark and "the Tardis" lacks for
nothing. Two double burners alongside everyone elses and we're pigs in xxxx.
Eventually, with most of the liquid stuff downed we head for bed. (There's
lies, damned lies, and people saying I snore ! Bo**ox).
At 6.00am I'm
up (but that's another story), out and sitting peacefully for an hour or so.
Then, one by one, t'others emerge and we (when I say "we" I mean "they") get
breakfast on the go. Brilliant !
Then we saddle
up and head for the North Yorks Moors, to Guisborough then Stokesley, where
I miss the turn off for Helmsley (which I believe is punishable by death),
join the (boring) A172, A19, then pick up the A70 through Helmsley and we
stop off at Hutton-le-Hole, Rydale Folk Museum. A guy there says there's a
great bike road straight up onto the moors, so we take it. Bloomin great,
but watch them pesky camikarzy sheep.
We've had a
magic ridout and my earlier mistake almost goes unnoticed. We get back to
base, get T on the go, settle in and have a few more "sherbets". By
around 21.30 hrs some of we are restless and Warren persuades
4 or 5 to follow him to the pub for a free pint. At that stage a number of
them are already "not sober" but they take over the pub (run by two men-in
cumfy-shoes), swear, knock glasses over, get told off, drink vast quantities
and at around midnight return
to us.
In the meantime
we've finished off the other half dozen bottles of wine + some beer, had a
sing song and generally chilled out. Even with the super fire we had going
it was bitterly cold. To bed !
Sunday morning,
I have a lye in 'till 7.00, get up, it's clear blue sky and sun all the way
! I shower (that's another story, not one for youg ears), get back to the
tents and make just enough noise to wake everyone up, and it's breakfast
again. Glorious sunshine ! We now plan the day. We'll pack everything up,
leave the Tardis here then refuel the bikes. Then in to Whitby for a
look-round. Back to the campsite and we head for what "we" call the Tea
rooms at Wetwang. They're on the A614 just north of Bainton. Most of us have
been there before but, with the Tardis following at the rear, I lead the
gang through the Forest Park, bye-passing Scarborough, and turn up Staxton
Hill, now on the A614. (the story begins, for I'd told Warren to keep on the
A614, Stu and Pete+Kate had been there before).
Jackie B
mentions that she thinks the T rooms close at 16.00 and it's now 15.00 so I
decide to go for it, "knowing" they'll follow on. At 15.48 me and Jaqs
arrive, baggies a table and nine chairs, order our scones with cream etc and
settle down to wait for the others. 16.00 comes and goes, as does 16.15 so
I call Jackie H in the Tardis. She says they've left here, she's heading now
for Stamford Bridge, on the A166, and she's going home.
A little later
she phones to say she's spotted them ! They ignore her flashing lights and
horn and U turn, passed her. Warren stops at the village of Wetwang. Pete
and Kate know they're going the wrong way but Stu, leading, is enjoying the
A166 so much he bombs on, trying to "catch me up".
Anyway, long
story short, they arrive en mass, and everyone acuses everyone else,
everyone's in the wrong, raised voices turn to laughter and we get stuck
into them gorgeous scones.
Around 18.00 we
set off for home and arrive safely an hour or so later. What a BRILLIANT
weekend, great laughs, company, rides, scenery, etc etc. The campsite is
cheap but has basic facilities. Definitely remommended. We fully realise
thet, technically, the weekend was to include a Ghost Walk in Whitby with
The Baron, but it PI55ED it down Saturday night and would not have
been fun, so .
. . . . . . .
I'd just like
to thank Jackie and Stu for the tent, food, cooking, fire, etc etc and
EVERYONE else for being there and making it a weekend to remember.
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