You would be forgiven for thinking this was a photo of the Mediterranean, rather than the North Sea. The weather in Whitby and surrounding moorlands has been incredible this week. Thanks to Lynne, Sam's angel-mum, we're staying here for a few days before heading further north to see my own angel-mother.
Yesterday Sam and I did little more than ride a 35km loop on our bicycles, passing through Grosmont and up the climb out of the village and back into Whitby.
It isn't flat, but I've always enjoyed a challenge. The clean Yorkshire air and the beautiful sunshine make me want to ride. I enjoy spending time here.
Today's ride took us out to Dalby, once the home of World Cup Mountain Biking. I'm slow on the hilly bits and feel like there is a large slab of concrete on my lungs when I'm climbing. This will pass, but for now it means I have to be determined that I am going to push up whatever the road throws at me.