Passing through Castleton I spotted a GS and thought, looks like a JB machine, but thought no more.
A brief few miles later me mirror is full of JB! ‘twas he!
With no particularly timescale or plan John tagged on and we took some scenic routes avoiding Whitby (Regatta!) and down to Robin Hoods Bay. John couldn’t remember being down there and won’t get the opportunity on the bike today either. As most places round the Yorkshire coast yer ****ed if you want to get down unless via foot. Fine if you park your car up, less good on a warm day in bike wear. Seems to be the pattern though - just means we don’t go, even out of season I can’t be arsed, feck ‘em. Staiths, Robin Hoods Bay, Runswick Bay – leave em and go elsewhere. (We do like to drop in during epic walking rounds mind).
It’s been quite a few years since I was last at Boggle Hole and since then the fascists have been out and slapped a ‘no vehicular access’ sign there too. Understandable with summer crowds and car-loads of folks theses days, but PITA anyway.
Before getting there we took the lovely little cut-through that is effectively a shallow ford you ride along then up a tight steep lane.
John was perplexed being on his mint machine, but we didn’t mind taking ‘the classic’ along. Note the foxy grin

A bit of tutting later we were through with John telling tales of a ‘huge rock’ that nearly unseated him

. A good thorough investigation revealed what I might term ‘large gravel’. (Only joking John

).
Bikes intact we discovered the ‘no vehicles’ sign for the final leg to sea, so left.