Good morning world.
This was Suki’s view for her walk. 🐾
Our noble steeds are ready.
Bananas are packed.
Last minute phone calls are made.
Husband and wife cuddles.
The chicken dance is done.
Boss has briefed.
And suddenly all our cyclist are gone with only the open road ahead.
Thunderbird 1 on the road.
A sea of sunflowers…
And rolling hills.
Our illustrious leader has assured the cyclists that we are basically going downhill. Yep. That’s what he said.
We climb 1,450ft and descend 1,475ft.
Errr. I’m not sure about the logic. Suki says it’s boll… rubbish!
Note the bramble hedge. Hold that thought for later.
Team North Plus are cracking on at quite a pace. #pelaton
Arrival at mid morning stop, Ancaster Sports & Social Club.
Coffee awaits. ☕️
AND those special coffee biscuits. Kana is in heaven. #EasilyPleased
Plus more fabulous cakes from our wonderful bakers back home.
Now it’s time to get going again.
Can you spot the rabbit running ahead?
A few moments later there’s a police chase down this lane. The baddy (not the rabbit 🐰 😉) zooms along lane at top speed followed by undercover blue-lighting car. 🚔
Spotted this place as we approach Lincoln. Sounds just the place for the Thunderbirds: INTERNATIONAL BOMBER COMMAND. 🤓
The Cathedral is set on the hilltop. #LocationLocation
The old town is lovely and really worth a mooch. No time now, just s few piccies while we walk.
Strange bunting though…
And steep lanes for our cyclists and the support team 🥳walking up.
Olivia is ECSTATIC that they’ve beaten Alasdair.
V for VICTORY.
Alasdair arrives and tells us with great authority that he held back his group to let his wife’s team get ahead. He says it’s good for his marriage.
I can smell 💩
But all is fair in love and war.
I can recommend a good App with a module on resolving conflict! It’s called Toucan 😉
We’ve arranged to meet Revd Richard Steel who has been brilliant providing hospitality on behalf of the Diocese. He’s organised a space to park a support vehicle, precious bikes, a tour of the Cathedral and lunch for all. 🥪🍏🍫🥛
And without the peeps so you can savour the view…
And now for the tour.
Another spectacular building.
Originally a Norman cathedral (only west front remains). All around fortified by the conquering invaders.
In 1072 bishop Alexander held the Cathedral but you would need a bodyguard if you left heavily fortified bishops palace. You wouldn’t want to invite Norman’s for tea!
No health & safety in those days, a good thing you might think BUT there were fires many times in roof until it was replaced with stone.
40 years later earthquake destroyed building. Or was the ‘earthquake’ a PR job to cover up shoddy builders???
The monks petitioned Henry II for money to rebuild. Thomas Beckett had just been killed so the king was treading carefully. A Carthusian monk – Hugh of Avalon – was ‘persuaded’ to come from Somerset to richest, largest diocese of country. Apparently God’s voice was heard “not to say no to king”. In 1186 Hugh consecrated and TA DA the money was found for the rebuild. This took 100 years and progressed in an evolving Gothic style, which we see today.
The north side was seen as the BAD side, the devils side. That’s where the expression: “sitting with your back to the wall” comes from. Like Harry and Ian 😉.
Facing away from the devil.
By the highly decorated wall where the organ sits on top is my favourite feature: the little jongleur.
The story goes that he wanted to worship God in his way by doing acrobatics overnight in the building. The bishop agreed but they found him dead in the morning in one of his knotted contortions.
Lunch is in the lovely cloister. Thanks Richard and team Lincoln Cathedral. 👏
We’ve thoroughly enjoyed visiting Lincoln and we hope you enjoy Toucan.
Bill, what are all those gashes on your arm?
Poor Bill took a nasty tumble off his bike to avoid a car and went straight into a bramble hedge. Yikes!
Alasdair has found his preferred bike parking spot (sign reads: Bishop of Lincoln). 🤭
Ice cream stops available. This challenge isn’t 100% suffering.
Others whizz off…
Just in case you missed your loo stop in Lincoln…
And then we’re at our night stop, Gainsborough.
Wiki-Jane told me in ancient days the then king wanted Gainsborough to be the capital of England.
Apparently this is one of the best Tudor buildings in England.
But most of Gainsborough is not like this.
Arriving at end stop – car park by Travelodge.
Time for showers and then food.
Dressing for dinner. Collars up or down?
Pre-dinner refreshments for some 🙄🤣
The cool kids are eating Chinese takeaway in the town.
Some of the older lot prefer to sit at a table. Yum curry.
Shame not to waste it, pass the leftovers …
At this point I know who’s a soft touch for cuddles.
This is the place we’re putting Mark…
The confessional. He’s not Catholic but he DIDN’T TELL THE TRUTH about the hills.
It’s thunder and lightening outside here and weather for York not looking great. Still, tomorrow is tomorrow.
York, here we come!
If you missed any of the highs, lows and laughs catch up with previous blogs HERE.
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