Monday, 6 July 2015

Day 3 & 4 - 5th and 6th of July Brough - Hull - Spurn Head - Flambrough Head - Scarborough

MAP TITLE: A3 - HULL TO CLOUGHTON

START: 7:00

FINISH: 8:00 pm

DATE: 5^th July and 6^th July

MILEAGE PLANNED: 69

MILEAGE TRAVELLED: 102

I stayed in Brough last night with Shirley and John Littlefriar, both keen cyclists solo and on a tandem. Brough was a little way out of my original course but I was looking forward to visiting. I found the way to their road but missed the house and then doubled back to find John waving me down.

John Littlefriar and I

Shirley and John were fantastic company we shared stories of cycling and they cooked a beautiful vegetarian pasta with strawberries to follow. There house was wonderful and my room massive.
I woke up early to cook breakfast after Shirley had set everything ready and I bid them farewell for an early start.

John Littlefriar and poppy a dog they were sitting for
friends

The riverside walk a lovely to the Humber Bridge from Brough

The Humber in site

A view from under the Humber Bridge

I found a carboot!

I found a carboot and couldn't resist. I bought a pastie and a huge cake from a polish couple, the pasty stated "meat pasty" I asked him what meat was in it and he replied "meat" Wonderful!

Almost every village here seems to have
a scarecrow competition!

Spurn Head

I am sitting here listening to a classical concert in the Spa Complex. I feel transported back in time the orchestra are playing land of the mountain and flood by Hamish Macgunn. I am heading off to scotland and this music will travel with me.

The orchestra is a 10 piece arrangement and I am amazed at their versatility, if i close my eyes my ears teĺl me there are far more. The audience is mainly retirees which is a shame because i feel a much younger audience would be spellbound.

The pace has picked up and they are playing the nutcracker suite and i am instantly transported into a world of wooden soldiers and toys.

One of the guest musicians lisa featherston is playing a jazz inspired take on my funny valentine by rogers and hammerstein and i am once more transported finding myself in a seedy speakeasy heavy with smoke and cool characters with black hats and dark eyes accompanied by fast women and tragic poets.

I am leaving halfway through the show as I have to be up early tomorrow and in dire need of rest.