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Reader Etu will be thrilled to know that the Aygo passed its MOT (care of We MOT Anything, of Hillsborough), and stands on the brink of 200,000 miles (in 6 years, one of which was a pandemic(.

To celebrate, we set off on our first campervan of August to finish the East Yorkshire section of the GBG.

Well, that’s not actually what I told Mrs RM of “tired of pubs” fame, something closer to “let’s go to the seaside I think“.

An easy run of M18/M62/small road up from Howden near power stations brings you east of York, and therefore safe of BRAPA.

A first ever trip to Niweton iuxta Derwent*, which is the Landbeach of the North i.e. it has nothing much to see but tells its story of nothing ever so impressively.

Mrs RM was trying to connect a phone to the campervan’s dashboard (or something), so I left her for 20 minutes to tick off the Half Moon, having seem nothing of note in the High Street.

Let’s be honest, you’ve seen this one a thousand times before, perhaps on this very blog.

Several real ales, every other customer staring at them and then saying “Am..stel”.

Well, it seemed like it.

Everything seemed reserved, so I rather over-emphasized the “only popping in for a quick half, won’t need a table” spiel.

And even then I was asked “Do you want to sit inside or outside, Sir“.

I plonked myself down and downed a crisp, tasty (NBSS 3.5+) half of local Ainsty in about 3 minutes, admiring the chunky table,

and entertained by the exuberant staffing singing along to this classic;

“You make me feel like a loa loa lo”.

What was that song ? Not Carole King, surely. I have no idea and will take the torment to my grave.

They can embalm me in the Ginger & Lime hand wash, perhaps the smartest of the year so far.

But it’s a low bar.

*if you’d learn your Latin like the Prime Minister you’d know what that meant.