West Auck to York 69 Miles

A far, far easier day today. I talked with Kate and her husband and had been delighted to hear that the way to York was mainly down hill and that it was simple navigation. I decided to go again on the dreaded Roman roads and then to take larger roads into York.

Obviously it rained and it was windy so it wasn't altogether an easy day but I made good time and felt in a more positive frame of mind. I think passing the half way point has made me feel yeh, of course I can do this. Also knowing that Dad is joining me tomorrow and that the worst of the terrain (apart from the fabled Cornwall) is over also adds to my good mood. Until now I think I have been feeling like a bit of an interloper, a girl on a series of bike rides rather than an end-to-ender. This has been compounded by not seeing another jogle/lejog-er since Helmsdale. Today I feel a little more certain and a little more competent, like a proper tourist.

Apart from my change in mindset, it was an uneventful day. I had beans on toast (the most cycle friendly veggie food there is) at Scotch Corner and had tea in a deli in Thirsk. After that I followed the A19 into York. One long, straight, flat, badly surfaced road into York. After all my moaning about the hills in Durham, I am missing the occasional climb. I check into the youth hostel and seek out some tea. Tomorrow I will have a look around town and meet Dad at the station.