BBC York was reporting about a project to equip trash collecting lorries with cameras to detect potholes in an early stage and therefor to get them repaired in time. They soon started to put out trucks as the main destroyers of British street, immediately pointing out that foreign trucks do not have to pay for using British motorways. Yeah, I get it, foreigners destroy roads. Lads, do you still get it? What are all these foreign trucks doing in GB? Drive through to deliver goods for Iceland? They are transporting YOUR imports and exports.
Anyhow, the road from Scarborough to Whitby wasn´t that bad. It just got a bit rough when I turned off the main road onto the small country road leading down to Robin Hood Bay. But driving slow is the right thing to do here, as the landscape is beautiful with the last outskirts of the moors merging into the green coastal hills. At the last summit, I stopped and walked a few meters to have a look at the North Sea from above. Massive lines were rolling into the bay.
I hurried to get back to the car to get down to town and have a closer look. It was a walk of just about 200 meters, but it became a painful walk. All of a sudden it had started to hail and the wind blew these little ice particles into my face with storm force. They ripped the skin off my face. At least it felt like this. And as the storm just let me advance slowly it was a frickin´ long 200 meters.
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