I was extremely tired when I left Hull and wanted to give up at this point, all my muscles aching. By Beverley I was refocused and picked up a couple of layers as I'd been warned that it was going to be cold in the hills.
From here I carried on passing through Wetwang where I stopped for lunch before heading on to Malton and up to Helmsley. Two Jack Russell puppies with their head out of a van window amusing me greatly. The rain held until I arrived in the last town before the Moors and just as I walked into the shop to pick up provisions, the heavens opened solidly for a half hour. With the best wished of a local, I head off, checking with a the blue spectacles wearing postie, that I was going in the right direction, as I left the town. I didn't get too wet as I cycled up onto the Moors and after 3-4 miles of steep climbing I found a field to pitch in deciding the risk of a farmer with a gun as apposed to a car taking me out on the side of the road, was the lesser of two evils. Fortunately neither occurred but I was nervous until it got dark.
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