Heading out of Hull one sunny Sunday morning along Sustrans Route 65.
The first leg of my journey northwards to Berwick, many thanks to all those kind souls who filled my water bottle, directed, redirected and misdirected me along my merry way.
I suddenly found myself on Sustrans Route 66 – nominally lost.
Good fortune however had pointed me in the direction of this functional yet charming brick built church, on the edge of a huge roundabout – St Mary Queen of Martyrs RC in Bransholme.
The new St Mary Queen of Martyrs church was built at Bransholme in 1976-7 and the old St Mary’s church closed and demolished in 1982.
Architect for the new church was JT Reid of The Reid Partnership – Pontefract.
The entrance graced by these textured fascias.
Following a series of brief engagements with various local benefactors, I regained my intended route and joined the Hornsea Rail Trail – the bed of the former branch line.
The line was officially opened on 28 March 1864, the last passenger train ran on 19 October 1964.
Goods traffic continued to use the line as far as Hornsea Bridge until 3 May 1965.
The place-name Swine is first attested in the Domesday Book of 1086, where it appears as Swine.
It appears as Suine in a charter of circa 1150, the name perhaps derives from the Old English swin meaning creek.
And being Sunday, it was shut.
I tarried a while on the well appointed seafront.
Gliding along leafy, green hedge-lined lanes.
Following a dead end lane to the place of dead roads.
Skipsea – home to Crossways Fish & Chips
Here you will be offered perfectly cooked fish.
Retracing and crossing the Yorkshire Wolds.
Zigging and zagging here and there, in search of a route, any route, I came upon Okanagan – a delightful asymmetric Prairie Style modern home.
Filey Road, Gristhorpe, Filey, Scarborough, North Yorkshire – currently valued at £562,000.
The interior decorative order currently out of synch with the post war exterior.
Hurrying along to reach town by tea time – I descended deftly into Scarborough.
Where I hooked up with local lad Ben Vickers for a pint in the North Riding Hotel.
The rest is, as they say – a mystery.