Just 30 miles away, the Humber Bridge is a nice spot to stop for a light bite before heading up to Brid with Lyndsay Howden.

When planning for the big trip, me and Rod checked best routes, recommended hotels and places to visit. Rod had got a two week pass from his missus so we had plenty of time. We decided we weren't going to eat up mile after mile after mile, but take it easy and enjoy the ride. To be honest, you can't rip it up over the Pyrenees - the books are right, it's all ups and downs and tight twisty stuff. Incredible riding. With the plan in action, we made the most of it and stopped whenever we saw a view or a coffees top - which was often. We booked only the first two nights accommodation and the rest we just turned up and looked for somewhere. We nearly came unstuck just the once - in Hermani, France. Some bizarre bylaw doesn't allow hotels in town centre so we ended up on an industrial estate!

After a glorious ride to the top of the pyrenees, we parked up across from a ski shop that was, being end of ski season, being turned into a bikers shop! The guys in there couldn't have been more helpful. They pointed us to the nearest hotel and told us where to go for eats and drinks and generally had a yarn about biking in the Pyrenees.
It was a tad cold but we didn't expect snow, and this was the result. My poor Fazer! She didn't complain tho. After a dusting off, she sparked up first time and we were away. A friendly local had written a greeting on our frosted screens.