The Devil's Arrow

Day Three: Ripon to Pocklington. Just outside Boroughbridge, by the A1. We were doing okay today until we stopped for a cup of tea in York, by the Minster, and it started to hail as I was fastening the bikes up. After that we had some fairly steady rain throughout the afternoon and by the time we reached the motel outside Pocklington we were pretty wet and cold. We draped our kit over the radiators, ate motel food in the motel restaurant and retired early...