Withering Heights

For our second day of the Tour de France en Yorkshire, we set off south east, up and down some serious hills until we reached Haworth, where everywhere was a serious hill and some were cobbled. We positioned ourselves on a climb just outside the town with thousands of other spectators. The sun still shone. The riders still came by in a flash, but it was another great occasion. Once the race was over, the roads were filled with all the spectators who had mounted their own bikes. Vive le Tour.