06 July 2010

P2G 4: Newark to Goole

From Newark up to Goole was a flat trundle alongside the Trent. Pleasant cycling on a warm morning, but the Danube it's not. The Trent valley consists largely of power stations - you keep expecting the Super Mario Brothers to pop up out of the cooling towers - relieved by the odd high-security mental institution. I hope that today is the nearest I ever get to Rampton, but the way things are going, you never know.

En route I went through the village with the biggest sign in the land: North Leverton with Habblesthorpe is, according to the Guinness Book of Records in the days when they listed such things, the longest place-name in Britain.

Finally arrived at Goole, which is every bit as good as it sounds. The purpose-built port town at the orifice of the Humber was opened, along with its canal and docks, in 1826, and has gone pretty much downhill since then.

I arrived at 2pm and set out to explore all the highlights the town had to offer. I took a train to Ferriby at 2.12pm.

Miles today: 60
Miles since Poole: 301

1 comment:

  1. Did you visit North Leverton (without Habblesthorpe) windmill? John Noakes once helped repair the sails there, and it has never stopped grinding corn throughout its long history. The website says: "Guided tours by a friendly miller are available on request". My mum used to work as a Speech Therapist at Rampton prison on Wednesday evenings in the 1970s until one of the inmates exposed himself.