To the coast
Trip Start Mar 28, 2011
15Trip End Apr 13, 2011
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Result - not tied into Starbuck's, also have the option of Cafe Nero!! - Ripon, as it happens...
I enjoyed my second day in York. It was better than I thought it was going to be. Cycled into York and managed to survive the day without the bike being nicked despite only having one lock as opposed to the two that were recommended on all the bike racks.
Was breaking camp on Wednesday morning when the site owner came over for a chat. I told him I was going to Whitby next and he confirmed that I'd be going on the A19 and not on the A169, his favourite road
So I reached the "steady" hill on the road to Brempton. It was the sort of hill that had I been in the Pug with the 2 litre HDI, I MIGHT have needed to change down from sixth to fifth. In the bus, I resisted the temptation to double declutch into first! No issues in second!! Well, not many!! Still, I made up for it by overtaking a geezer later in the day! Nett positive for the day, I’d say!
One thing you should know about campervan drivers is that we’re a friendly bunch. So much so that a cheery wave, when you see a fellow traveller, is a must. Day one of my journey was predominantly on motorways and dual carriageways and the opportunities for acknowledging fellow travellers were limited. I was therefore keen to enter into the spirit of things on the trip to Brempton to make up for lost time. So much so that in my haste, I found myself waving to a bus coming in the opposite direction. My pace at the time was severely limited and, as such, I had plenty of time to study the bemused look on the drivers face. It was a white single decker bus, not a red double decker so it was, in my opinion, an easy mistake to make. Don’t think I shall be travelling that route in a hurry none the less...
Brempton Cliffs, just North of Bridlington, is an RSPB site
Made it to Whitby where I’d asked for “a pitch as close to the cliff top as you can get me please”. And that’s what I got. I first parked the bus with the rear end approx four feet from the top of the cliff but I moved it when Shirl asked me to. (In fact, I realised it wasn’t level and that I’d be spilling my wine so I eased it forward a tad...)
Looking forward to eating my Full English in the morning sitting on top of the 150 foot high cliffs with the sun coming up over the horizon – or I might have a lie-in instead...
Full English duly cooked and devoured and in rising winds, I was off to Robin Hood’s Bay by bike. Now a 10 to 12 mile round trip on a bike is probably pushing it a bit or me so when you add in the “sail effect” that my Full English presented to the oncoming wind, progress, at times was painfully slow – and more to the point, painful. Still Robin Hood’s Bay was worth the effort, a delightful little fishing village. Did my duty and had a pint of Theakston’s in The Bay (as recommended in the Good Pub Guide 2010) before girding my lojns for the return journey
I was thinking as I approached the campsite that I hoped the bus was still on top of the cliff and not at the bottom of it (due to some fairly strong puffs of wind) and what’s the first thing I see? Yes, a caravan on it’s side – but thankfully not my precious transporeter. Three vans failed to survive the wind, one of which completely turned turtle.
I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the passenger seat – just behind the engine – hoping to add my “full English” belly to the weight of the block in order to weigh down the windward end. Seems to have worked – so far! When I did venture out, I suggested to the site owners that I might relocate to somewhere a little less exposed and they were quite keen for me not to attempt to move the van until the wind had dropped somewhat. I think they were worried that four upturned vehicles might be considered a tad irresponsible.
So instead I went into Whitby for the mandatory Whitby cod and chips (at the Duke of York, again from the Good Pub Guide) and having now returned, the bus is still atop the cliff, the forecast is for reducing winds and I’m considering toughing it out. Gusts should have dropped by 10pm so I’m going to make a late call about whether to move to somewhere behind a big mountain!
If you get to read this, you will know that the bus and me didn’t end up on the beach.