Flamborough – Withby

68 km

Breakfast is served with spiders and other small animals. Not bad in itself, are really funny, but at some point there wil
l be too many. We continue through hilly fields, meanwhile most are mowed. Theoretically, we can see the sea again and again if it weren't for low tide… But at some point a cliff appears in the distance. This has to be Scarborough, because for a while we have been on roads between houses, so clearly in the city. There should be lunch, again something right. Fish and chips! Also full, unfortunately my bike stands in the way of a seagull who wants to get rid of something. In fact, my saddle and bag must serve as a toilet. Perhaps it is the same seagull that has watched us eating before, got nothing and is now taking revenge. I don't know.

In the afternoon there is a typical English landscape, at least that's how it seems to me. As with Oliver Twist, the little Lord, Sherlock Holmes and how they are all called. Because we were on an old railway track. The ground is suboptimal with coarse gravel, but the steadily slight incline is not noticeable at all. The view is beautiful when trees do not block the view. Then it goes downhill. This photo was taken.

In the evening it starts to pour. Then we decide to go to the campsite next door, even if we wanted to go much further. Luckily they still have a little place for us. It's a bit sloping, but for us to be wet and cold and it gets darker and darker and so on, it seems like a dream. In the tent it is at least warm and dry. There's something warm about the food right away.