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.