It was a glorious 90% chance of rain sunny day as we pedaled over bridges,past churches and through beautiful York neighborhoods.It was 25 minutes before the homes thinned out and the fields expanded gloriously.The SW winds we have had since starting this trip had switched to the NNE, thankfully only about 10 mph, so an nuisance, not hinderance.

Crossroads

and villages were ornamented with flowers and bicycles.  Evidence and obvious pride from hosting the Tour de France Stage 1 was everywhere along our route.Passed the Battle of Marston Moor Monument,the English Civil War (1642- 1646).  Shortly before noon, our crossroads led us to a restaurant brimming with flowers; a cappuccino was in order.  But we learned from the couple sitting outside that we really needed to have the Tuesday pensioner’s (retiree) lunch special……so much for coffee.Way more that we needed for lunch, but it was delicious.

Back out on the country roads, it was obvious that this stretch between York and our destination was quite affluent.   Farms were larger the homes huge and tucked way off the road. Afternoon skies began to darken a bit, as we made our way into Ripon.  A quick swing by the Ripon Cathedral then a mad dash before the skies opened up.It was a short ride today, (33 miles)as we wanted to spend some time with a friend from the Brac; Joan says Hello Bracers!Since we’d already seen the Cathedral and were not going to be biking the Dales, Joan insisted on showing us the area; once again following the exact course of the Tour.  Note to Bracers: Joan will show you an interesting time if she takes you to the Dales!

The ride (in a car) was magnificent and we were both Very thankful we were not doing the 18% grades on our bicycles.  Unfortunately, with the narrow roads and storm rolling in, we have very few photographs but a wonderful memory (and story).  Once back in Ripon we chatted, ate and drank until midnight!  Joan, we will treasure the day, forever.