The good old english summer arrived today on the eve of the Tour, grey, cool and rain. In two days the riders come up these cobbles – let’s hope the weather is better.

Everywhere Yorkshire is getting ready. the lanes are clogged with cars, vans, camper vans, oh! and cyclists some who know how to ride and other, well, you hope they don’t wobble into a passing car.

Even the sheep are getting into the act. – or else it was the local farmer.

Hi everyone! Aaron here. Today was the day we headed up to Haworth in Yorkshire so after an early morning, frantic packing (i.e. chucking everything in my suitcase) and a very inefficient train app I found myself walking out into Kings Cross Station. The 2.5 hour train ride was very pleasant, my dad had booked us first class tickets so we rode like royalty the whole way.

At the train station my uncle Peter, the local priest, picked us up and gave us a little tour around the town and we got to climb up the church clock tower where we hoisted a new flag for the Tour de France, learnt how the clock tower worked and got to wind said tower up. Although I do believe the latter was just a matter of cheap labour on their part.
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P.s. I found an old fashioned english sweet shop and I may develop type 2 diabetes at the end of this trip
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