Just a few pics from our Yorkshire trip, beautiful countryside...'Gods own' as Yorkshire people call it.
For the Americans amongst us they kind of sound like Sean Bean but Im sure theyd argue that West Yorkshire sounds nothing like North Yorkshire.
Salt of the Earth and never in a rush.
This is Linton and I kept calling it Clinton because I seem to have Bill Clinton on my mind, we stayed in a little converted barn with a large courtyard that turned out be the base for the local hunt who turned up and took over the entire village.
We did a sort of gorging, climbing down a river through freezing waterfalls through a deep, tight canyon..soaked..cold and happy.
Then after a dry out took the bikes up to the snow covered hills and the wife was completely sold on fatbikes.
Then on to Bolton Abbey a partially derelict 12th century priory/Abbey...fell out with a thousand people by cycling the wrong way along the the covid one way system by mistake.
Ignoring walking directions in England is right up there with jumping the queue while giving the nazi salute.
We survived by apologising 627 times.
They might not be the highest Dales in the world , but they are stunning, completely free of anything that can eat you or give you a tropical disease.
Of course now all I want to do is ride in the snow and Imagine Im an artic explorer.
Meat paszteciki and red-beet borsch. Bought on my last 2020 ride 
