To all of you - I wish you a merry christmas!
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I'm coming to the Netherlands Friday morning. It is impossible to get train tickets to Fina and me for our trip to Sweden. Everything is fully booked over the weekend.
Vermeer's painting The girl with pearl earrings is in The Hague, I have come to know and I want to see that painting. The hostel in The Hague has a free bed until monday morning so I'm strolling away.
I had a little sad impression of The Hague last time, most stress and shopping. Lucky I rode here again for now I find another Hague. Here are also the typical canals and quiet streets.
The pearl earring girl is in Mauritshuis, a building from the 1640 century. It was originally home to the governor and the highest military in Brazil, which was one of the Dutch colonies. Mauritshuis has been an art museum since 1822.
The house is absolutely amazing. I am about to be amazed at the architecture and the murals. You have actually lived here in this environment.
Looking through the window, you see some modern art floating in the canal.
Finally, I find her, the girl with pearl earrings. Wonderful. Incredible. I understand why Vermeer is called the master of light. It is clear when you see her in reality.
I'm just sitting there enjoying myself. In the end, the guard starts to hark and hma and it starts to become a little more people in the room. I'd probably leave my place.
On my way from Mauritshuis, I pass older blocks.
There 2017's long cycle round ends. I have cycled for 8 weeks and take the train home.
Summer is not over yet. Who knows, I might take a small trip in Denmark. Maybe it will be a hiking adventure or two somewhere. In addition, I have found some draft old posts. They are not currently timely but it's always fun with photos I think. One thing is for sure, I will write and tell you here on the blog.
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It has stopped raining, hurray! I cycle the last miles through North York Moors to get out on the plain.
Art along the cycle path outside Guisborough. The cycle track would lead to Middlesborough. It did not. After about 10 km it stopped suddenly. Just looking happy and cycling back and finding another way.
I say goodbye to Robin Hood's Bay and wish I'll be back sometime. Then I have booked accommodation far in advance and stay more than one night.
I continue cycling the Cleveland Heritage trail as I did since Scarborough, except when I miss the signage as at Fylingdales. The member follows the coast north to Withby.
After that, I sometimes have to get cars again and the road has almost no roads. Everything is going well the first 4 kilometers since it's the most wretched, horrible, horrific uphill I've ever had. 3,5 km long and just uphill, breathtaking upwards from about 4 meters above sea level to about 191 m above sea level! It took me 1 hour and 15 minutes to come up.
Up the hill is fantastic, but I have to concentrate on traffic. Cyclists are not popular here. The cars almost nudge me when they drive by and I get out of nature several times. Feels like the drivers take their aggressions on me.
Soon the view of an unpleasant fog and rain will be hidden. I have to be even more on my guard. I have my yellow vest over rain jacket and both front and back lights are on. Holds the thumbs that I see.
This is how it looks closer to 10 km. The only positive is that it is a bit slow down. Though it does not feel positive in the fog as speed increases. Many drivers drive as if they had beautiful weather. Afterwards, I notice that this is one of the most unfortunate roads in Yorkshire.
I'm afraid, really afraid.
Then get it up and I have a lovely downhill to Runswick Bay where I storm into a pub and ask for a room. They are nothing but the wonderful staff find a room in the next town, Staithes, at the Captain Cooks Inn pub and it's not far there. When I drank a large cup of coffee and landed in that I survived, I continued to my room.
The next morning the pub owner tells me he drove me across the hill. He offers a shot for today's rugged back and I'm getting very happy. What people there are.
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Robin Hood's Bay proved to be one of the most picturesque resorts I have ever visited. Despite the everlasting rain I am full of admiration for how the locals managed to drive in the narrow and cobbled cobbled streets with tight turns. The main street goes into a ravine down to the harbor and ends in the sea. Most houses are located along alleys where it is impossible for cars to drive. In addition, it was steep, very steep and it felt like the houses were defying gravity where they clung to the rocks. There was a bigger parking up on the cliff that visitors should use primarily for their own sake. Once upon a time it was actually forbidden to drive down the village by carriage / trailer. It was thought to be too dangerous.
Where the name Robin Hood's Bay comes from is nobody knows. A legend tells of a fuss, like troll or wetter, Robins, who sat on the rocks and looked out over the ocean. Impressions of their buttocks should have given rise to the name.
An old English show is about how Robin Hood chased away French pirates off the coast. Robin Hood gave everything he conquered from the pirates to the poor population of the village who named the resort after him. It is not even certain that Robin Hood was ever there.
On the other hand, it is proven that smuggling was something that was used to during the 1800 century. According to sayings and legends, it is full of secret tunnels in the mountain between the houses and down to the sea. At ebb when the ocean goes back, the otherwise completely non-existent beach becomes 500 m.
UChange what they are doing in this area.
Might do, bike ride
I cycle to the north east, want to the coast and Scarborough, you have to check in. The weather has typically become English with rain. I end up in Bridlington for one night and then follow the coast north.
From Scarborough it will be a real bike path and I will avoid the traffic. Most things are up to it, the North York Moors nature reserve begins here. The rain is pouring down. I think that now comes all that would have come during the sunny weather of the past few weeks. The rain does not make me anything, I'm cycling and enjoying the traffic and the beautiful nature.
I cycle under a number of such old bridges. Here is history in every corner corner. I have just read Conn Iggulden's novels about the wars of the Roses and look in front of me knight in full gallop in the woods.
Somewhere, I miss the signage of the cycling track and arrive on a paved road. I do not really know where I am. The excellent charging device for the phone / map has stopped working in the rain and the battery is on the ramp. Suddenly, it is warning for a back with 20% tilt. Uschiamej. Anyway, it's a short downhill and nice that it was a plateau halfway down. The roadway is wet. I did it! Hurray!
According to the law of everything's devil, then an uphill will come. A backdrop that is like a challenges challenge. I get up just because of reversing is not an option.
The area is called Fylingdale, I learned afterwards. Only cyclists in the area are elite cyclists. Here is an English Tour de Francelopp and so Fina and I cycle. Riduculous. Though I went a lot.
Totally exhausted, I come to my B & B in Robin Hood's Bay.
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I'm reading about a campsite which is also an alpine carm. I want that. Looks at me how I flock the animals and how soft the coat is. Unfortunately, it turns out that you do not get close to the animals but it's very good to buy some wool if you want. The Alpackas did not want to take part in the picture.
The campsite is a little remote and I have to go to the community, New Holland's only dinner, a Chinese take away. I go fast back so the food does not get cold. At the crossing of the railway, red light begins to warn and the stony gates are staggering across the road. For a long time, the train comes down, almost as long as it stays.
A man leans through a window in the building to the left and handles a paper to the driver who hangs out in his window. The driver enters the train, the train increases speed and is immediately lost. A very strange experience, a little unrealistic. There I stand with my cold-mouthed china and the gates are opened again. What happened? Never saw anything like that. Perhaps a new way for the railroad's internal mail?
Humber Bridge is the world's seventh longest suspension bridge, 2220 m. I knocked up to the bridge on the right side as the sign showed. Up the right cycle path is turned off. Down again and up the left sled, and there was the cycle path open. Pooh!
I'm a bit conspicuous in Hessle on the other side of the bridge. Trying to know if it's time for lunch or not.
A man comes and begins to talk. I just have to bike to Beverly according to him. I get the address of a bicycle-friendly pub with rooms. Beverly should also be very nice.
With such good signs and bicycle lanes it's just a stroll. The traffic is quite different north of the bridge. What is happening? Motorists are not trying to drive on me anymore. Lovely.
There are no rooms in Beverly. I find the bicycle friendly dog and duck pub but it is full. You try to help me without success. From there, I'm going to be a little baffling for my first camping in the wild. I do not feel really comfortable in that situation. I pass a hotel where some people are sitting in the restaurant and, oh, yes they have a room. High up, narrow staircase, shared bathroom and full price so there was no wild camping for me. Phew.
There are any races, horses, dogs or cars in Beverly this weekend and everything seems to be fully booked for a long time. Dog and Duck have a room available the next night so I'll have a look around the city.
The Little Church of the City, St Mary's Church. The great cathedral did not get fit. The oldest parts of the cathedral are from 1220.
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I will follow the cycle path along a canal from Woodhall Spa and then take me on the small roads. I have written the names of the villages I will pass. Just hope that it works so it does not get too much irritating around.
The road along the canal is lovely. Unfortunately, it's too hot for the birds to chase or else this is just my pleasure bike.
The heat is taking my cabbage. After leaving the canal and the cycle track, it's flat, fate and nowhere to get away from the sun. No traffic and just arable land around. Long for a long time, about 10 km, an eternity, I feel like I'm coming to Market Rasen, which turns out to be another cute city with older towns and fine shops.
More or less half dead I finally find a pub, The Nags Head in Bardney. They have very good cocacola. Likes to have lunch. Carol who cares about the pub and Glen, the customer is committed to helping me find a sleeping place. The closest seems to be in the neighboring village. Carol calls and looks and they have a free room. Just 10 km to cycle. They ask me to wait a little while John drinks and he drives me! He has already loaded Fina. John runs accommodation for people with dementia. His accommodation is one of two throughout Lincolnshire, which has a gold award.
What wonderful people there are. Thanks Carol, Glen and John.
The Old Barn is located approximately midway between Howsham and Brigg is wonderful. Lovely room with private entrance, amazing bathroom, wifi, tv all the facilities one expects a good B & B and perhaps the most important, great host Ruth and Tom Fowler. They have renovated and built the remains of a farmhouse to something very nice.
It is the season of the fun tan.
Nice must get a new tire. A puncture approaches. Tom, the host of The Old Barn, loads Fina into his car and drives us to Brigg and Sherwood's bike shop. I'm walking in the city while Mr. Sherwood fails with Fina.
It is a marketing day in Brigg and many people are out.
Ruth comes and pick me up when Fina is ready, sneeze and new deck. A good store, Sherwood's bikes.
My patio. It seems nice that Vallmon may grow whatever it wants.
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