It’s coming that ‘soon is the weekend time’ when hopes of whether the weather will or won’t is a trust, so let’s face it: we can do nothing to change what’ll drop or not, be in your face or that tailwind every bicycle rider enjoys. Same on the camping field as well.

This weekend coming is different to any other that happened since that World War II brought campers and cyclists together on a patch of grass where Dick Turpin had his last. They say it was his Essex voice that caught him out, his gaol term ending with a different stretch than would have been the case for a bit of horse thievery. He never rode an horse called Black Bess, you know,

Coastwards from there we’ve moved, halfway to Hornsea where the largest freshwater lake in Yorkshire sits as your start or the finish for the Trans Pennine Trail. The rally call to come enjoy Driffield looks that sea to sea types (oh, ok, CTC types) and other two-wheel pedallers have got the inaugural Yorkshire Cycle Rally & Festival opportunity.

It’s a First-One, the New-One, the Special-One that the heart and soul of Cycling-Itself brought together to keep the Show on the road. Volunteers, every one of them, who already had salvaged a Rally of purpose from whatever covid had tried to stop. The Driffield Showground is now Home, the Place now for the cycling community: the British Caravanners Club is another Volunteer led group who have discovered this is a grassy fields and meadows place, used to putting visitors at ease, feel happy and be comfortable.

The congregating is up to the thems that will be there, of course. All I will say is bring it on, rally to the call all, Tourers and the Audaxers, the RSF people and the BMXers too: and if your name is Mike Smith then keep on triking to your liking! All of you, come do the smiles, enjoy the miles. Prl            

The photo here is one took years back at a Rally: just look at the messaging on those faces, can we afford it.  Heck, can anyone afford not to buy a Brooks saddle: British, best, beautiful.