The first thing that caught my eye was at Goodmanham, where a veritable sea of poppies covered the hillside and the plain below.

I popped into the log cabin cafe at the bottom of fimber hill for a lunch of cornish pasty, a cup of tea and a portion of their utterly delicious curd cheesecake, before riding into Sledmere village where I photographed the imitation Eleanor Cross


Leaving the village I rode up the hill to take two shots on the tall memorial to Sir Tatton Sykes, which I combined together using Autostitch.

Looking up I was taken by the dramatic sky and perspective.

And then home, after a very pleasant ride.
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