Once a year, the Y Register has organised tours of a few days’ to a week’s duration e.g. based in Holland (2000); Exmoor (2001), Brittany, (2002), Exmoor (2003), and this year the toughest challenge yet – “Y’s for Yorkshire”.

Well tough anyway for the organisers as they leaped ahead in the planning in February, crawled through the fine detail of matching contour lines on the OS maps with expected capabilities of the clutches, brakes and rear axles of the Ys, and then juddered through the domestic arrangements, enrolments and document preparation for the touring assembly! So this is the story of the Y Register’s entry for “MG Run of the Year” (if there is such a prize!).

Waterproof rally board for the tour

The Plan

Andrew & Arlene Coulson had offered to set ‘challenging but fair’ routes for a long weekend visit to the North Yorkshire Dales, centred around Reeth, and to sort out the hotel, dining and entertainment needs of the party. Andrew was more inclined to greater inclines while Arlene was more inclined to the gentler slopes, but between them they hoped to provide two full days of outstanding rural motoring and a gentler run on Monday. 

Loose themes for each day were used, Saturday being in the footsteps of James Herriot (not literally the exact footsteps, but the locations used in the various TV and film versions of All Creatures Great and Small etc.). Sunday was themed around the River Swale itself and the historic market towns of the region. Monday’s run ended in Ripon with a walking tour of the Law and Order Trail and a brief historical guide to the “Cathedral City of the Dales”.

 (As part of the planning, Andrew and Arlene took their well travelled YA from home to Reeth, around the full two days of the planned routes and back home again to total 215 miles – all in one day while editing junctions for the Tulip cards etc! As they arrived in Reeth the local newspaper hoarding proclaimed “Panther Seen in Dales”. At that stage a decision was taken to not advise the incoming Y register tourists of this added attraction to their life on the wild side!)

Line up of Ys for Yorkshire at Reeth HQ

Early Saturday morning as viewed from bed

The Actual

Friday
Friday’s travel to the Kings Arms, Reeth varied from the shortest (30 miles for Andrew & Arlene Coulson), through the moderate (around 200 miles, Neil & Janet Cairns/Keith & Rita Herkes) to the outer edges from Somerset, Petersfield and South Wales (Andrew & Katherine Morland; David & Barbara Hague; Alan Chick  & Mary Jackson, respectively.) The remaining members of the assembly were Jerry & Jo Birkbeck (previous Y owners, now fettling along in a TA) and Malcolm & Pat Hardy (YA in rebuild, toured in their F).

Already being alerted to a gasket failure being suffered by David H (rocker cover rubber one was not doing gasket-like things, with oil loss and subsequent burning on the manifold!) Andrew had put a new cork one into the box of spares along with various gaskets/pumps/bulbs/bolts/etc. and even better remembered to pack the box in the YA!

The hotel headquarters at the Kings Arms was a 1734 inn (Yes that’s right Paul et al in the USA, serving beer here since some 40 + years before your inaugural tea party!) and the views from the six front facing rooms were straight out of the guidebook.  Car parking was arranged on cobbles (great idea – oil just slides away!) and the cars shone for the two days of  sunshine we enjoyed in Swaledale.

Friday’s dinner (private dining room – The Black Bull) was accompanied by the necessary domestic announcements from Andrew and, in place of the usual Coulson quiz, notification that Malcolm and Jerry would be judging a ‘Funcours’ class for Y types over the weekend. This included categories such as ‘Nicest smelling air cleaner under the bonnet’, ‘Quietest operating driver’s window’, and ‘Hubcap in which the judges would most like to shave’, etc. A total of 24 categories, plus clipboard – and offers of bribery – then arrived with the lucky two, but more of this later!!

Saturday
Panic set in early on Saturday as Jo Birkbeck appeared to be having problems with the Tulip card … the route called for a “Cross roads, straight over” whereas she in fact had a diagram “Turn right” … had the Coulson machine gone off the rails?  No!! Jo was trying to use the Sunday notes for Saturday’s tour, a neat (but rather confusing) variation which we will think about using next time!

Saturday’s Tulip card set a 75 miles circular tour starting with a climb through Arkengarthdale to Tan Hill. This is a 1,732 inn (it being 1,732 feet above sea level and claims to be England’s highest pub) and was an impromptu coffee stop for the tour who were joined for the day by Bernard & Margaret Meynell in their outstanding YA (AHC 108). Whilst at Tan Hill, the Register’s coffers were enlarged by an enterprising David Hague who had brought with him a ‘doorstep salesman’s’ pack of essential Y type regalia with which he pestered Bernard & Margaret until cash flowed!  After a reasonable break the crews appeared rather too comfortable sitting on the terrace with their coffees and a quick calculation by Andrew revealed that on the present schedule (10% done, 1.5 hours taken!) Saturday’s run would last around 15 hours!!

Coffee break at England's highest pub, Tan Hill

David Hague takes advantage of the remote location to prise cash from Bernard (in exchange for regalia we are told)

Bernard, Andrew C and Keith line up at 1,500 ft by The Buttertubs

Rock, waterfall and rainbow at The Buttertubs

Leaving the Pennine Way (adjacent to the Tan Hill Inn), we turned towards Keld and followed the high winding road (single track of course) across the moor. A planned stop at The Buttertubs (natural limestone cavities about 75 ft. deep either side of the road) became a partial stop as the majority of cars drove past. One reason for this probably was they had just finished a climb of several miles up the Buttertubs Pass, a 1:4 hill with hairpins and precipices to the near side! Bernard, Andrew C and Keith found the assigned lay by and made a brief visit to the site. As well as enjoying the cascading water from the moors, they were able to catch a transient rainbow shining through one of the mini-waterfalls in the Tubs. Descending to Hardraw some of the party found the lure of Hardraw Force (a high single drop waterfall) enough to stop for a few minutes – although the fact that you could only see it by going through the bar of the village pub may have added to the attraction!

Moving on to Hawes, the group experienced their one and only traffic pack of the day, with weekend visitors and local market shoppers adding to the congestion on the High Street. Going off piste at this stage, Andrew & Arlene took in a detour to Gayle Mill, an 18^th C. mill currently being restored as part of a national UK campaign. (Unfortunately the Mill was not open so it was drive past only!) In Hawes (home of Wallace & Grommitt of course!) several purchases of Wensleydale cheese were made – although with a further three days for it to ”mature” in the hot boots of the cars these may have been premature purchases!

Pat Hardy was the only casualty of Hawes, with fingers cut while tunnelling out of the ladies toilets in which she had become inexplicably locked! All the cars were now suitably warmed, as were the brakes and the passengers so a fluid check was called for at the proposed lunch stop in Askrigg. The Kings Arms (another one!) was used extensively as The Drovers Arms in the James Herriot series and suited us as a quiet (until we arrived) hostelry with plenty of space (until seven of the nine cars turned up) from which to sample local fare and ales. Mary and Alan parked outside the pub and soon she was deep in conversation with an elderly local on his electric buggy. Apart from sporting a number plate “Elvis” we are still none the wiser as to who he is, but Mary first of all offered to sit on his buggy and then she left everyone as she test drove the buggy up and down the High Street in Askrigg. The story gets murkier later on with the arrival of “Elvis” in the bar with a very large triple sherry (say half a pint or so!) for Alan’s navigator.

Leaving Askrigg, the route took us over the River Ure at Worton  before heading to the falls at Aysgarth. Being a popular National Park venue on a popular, sunny weekend in August this was rather busy and parking a little difficult – those who managed to park then being able to walk through the woods to the upper, middle and lower falls on the Ure. The Upper Falls were the location for the Robin Hood v. Little John fight sequence in Robin Hood Prince of Thieves.

Arlene relaxes in 'The Drovers Arms'

Mary evicts Elvis from his buggy ...

Probably as a result of mis-reading the ‘Funcours’ classes, at least one of the party spent time inspecting badge bars, accessory lights and badges – but as we will learn later to no avail!

Having acted as sweeper so far, the Coulsons now moved ahead of the river gazing, ice cream eating majority and headed onto Wensley, where David & Barbara were enjoying the village fete & flower show! Escaping the chaos of ‘village-lock’ (where everyone wants to park as close as possible to the entrance to the fete) the route turned down through Middleham and onto East Witton for a loop around Coverdale and its totally unspoilt villages. During this phase, Andrew caught up with Katherine and Andrew Morland who had raced ahead in their ex- Gregor Grant YB (UMG 662). The loop came full circle back to Wensley, where an elegant afternoon tea was taken by several of the rather warm participants (it being a cloudless hot August interlude in a week of floods and rain).

Keith inspects the selection of badge bars available for Ys

Andrew and Katherine Moreland's engine bay (ex-Gregor Grant modifications)

With all cars ‘counted out and counted in’ through the Wensley loop, they headed up to Castle Bolton to see Bolton Castle. Having been built in the 12^th century, this castle is still occupied by the same family (well, descendants thereof!) and is a dominant feature for several miles around. Among its many claims to fame are that it was used to imprison Mary Queen of Scots by Queen Elizabeth I, and it was from here that she temporarily escaped.

The final part of the Saturday run took us climbing again over Redmire Moor. This is as unspoilt as you will find anywhere in England, not a pylon, mast, plane, industrial complex to be seen for miles from the top.  All cars completed the long climb to the plateau, but David Hague’s failing rocker cover gasket continued to allow oil out of  the top to drizzle and burn on the manifold. At this stage a group decision was made to enforce a gasket change – if only for reasons of health & safety!

Returning to HQ, cars were cooled down, thirsts slaked with Theakstons and/or Black Sheep ales and the Tour dinner was served over the next few hours – and you really needed to be there to see the size of the beef Wellingtons’! Unfazed by all this, David changed his gasket (for which the county of Yorkshire breathed a sigh of relief!) and Jerry discovered a few more loose items under the bonnet of his TA.

And to round off the evening participants were given a framed multi-print of the villages through which they were travelling along with the tour logo (thanks to Arlene for sorting those out!)

Sunday
Breakfasts at 8:30, carriages mounted by 10 (‘ish, as usual) after plug changes (DT 8070), chamois wipes (various) and another prayer of thanks to the Swaledale sun-god! The first stop for everyone was to be the photo call for the group shot, around 5.3 miles from HQ. Coulsons again left last as sweepers – and arrived at the photo spot first! (Directions & signs were right, total mileage was right, but interval distance was in error, sorry folks!)

 Anyway, the Harkerside road out of Grinton (sounds a bit like Trumpton doesn’t it?) is a little known single winding track which is a drover’s route along the Swale Dale. A perfect location for the Tour photos of cars and crews.

The touring assembly  overlooking Swaledale

In stunning scenery,  the cars gathered for  a mid-morning photo call.

The organiser’s YA takes  a well earned rest at the water splash

Alan Chick crosses  the Herriot water splash near Langthwaite

Andrew Morland crosses  the Herriot water splash near Langthwaite

David Hague crosses the Herriot watersplash  near Langthwaite

Jerry Birkbeck crosses the Herriot water splash near Langthwaite

Keith Herkes crosses the Herriot water splash near Langthwaite

Neil Cairns crosses the Herriot water splash  near Langthwaite

At the ford, David H was advised that his brake lights were inoperative, and despite a quick circuit test showing switch, bulbs and wires OK, no cause was found. Group think was slowing down, so a coffee call was added at the CB Inn in Langthwaite, some 4 miles down the road. This turned into a rather long stop for at least one crew (Morlands!) who ordered the largest baguettes ever witnessed for an ‘early lunch’. However, this diverts from the tour, which moved on through The Stang Forest to Barnard Castle.

 Barny is a market town in Co. Durham which houses a most unexpected and impressive museum (The Bowes Museum), and the car park here proved a good venue for David to recheck his electrics. Barbara did bring him a sandwich for lunch – and a couple of others did offer suggestions, but the sunshine, grounds and pubs of Barnard Castle meant David had time to re-acquaint himself intimately with his brake switches, wiring and pedals!

 A short drive (for most of us) to Egglestone Abbey brought us to the judging arena for the Concours/Funcours – and boy did the judges take things seriously! Boots were inspected in detail, bonnets sniffed and viewed, hub caps gazed into (for shaving of course!) and windows were listened to for quietest operation! In case you wonder what did the navigators make of this, one picture was snapped of their considered view of a bunch of boys with toys who’d do anything to be competitive!

 The line up was however quite impressive and the overall winner announced at dinner that evening was Neil “Of course I’ll fix your car, Gov.” Cairns – who was warmly congratulated by all.

 The route continued through Worton to a wooden suspension bridge, which allowed one car across per time, to Richmond where several cars stopped for a brief tour and tea. Alan and Mary suffered an unusual fuel starvation problem en route from Richmond to Reeth (just outside the house that was used for Mrs Pumphrey’s house – the lady with Tricki Woo, you remember!) and luckily(?) for him, he had the attentions of David, Andrew C and Malcolm immediately with him.

(L to R) Keith, Alan, David and Andrew C line up at the Egglestone Abbey Prix de Concours Humoresque.

So, after four ideas, pipe cooling and pump changing, off he went – for about a mile until the problem re-occurred. With further fuel added, pipes bled and systems cooled he managed to limp into Reeth with the rest of the cars for a very well earned drink and final dinner.

 Presentation of the Concours award was made, courtesy of Mollie Murray who had provided an original poem (beautifully laid out) on the subject of Y types and polishing! Well done Janet and Neil, and many thanks to Mollie!

Monday
Sadly, time to pay bills, pack cars, leave HQ and head for Ripon (but only after another monster breakfast). Arlene left a little early to do ’hostess things’ and Andrew led the way through Leyburn, Middleham and Masham to the Market Square in Ripon where reserved parking had been arranged in front of the Town Hall. A walking tour of the Police Museum, Courthouse, Workhouse and 19^th century police stations took us to lunch time when all bar one car were able to join Andrew and Arlene at their home for an al fresco lunch and final fettle.

A reverse presentation was most unexpectedly made to Arlene and Andrew, flowers and wine (or was that wine and flowers?), for which they were most grateful from the well fed, well travelled and well tired crews who then left for their holidays/return journeys – all of which were successful, with the exception of Neil’s puncture near home. (At least it must have been a very clean wheel change though I expect!)

And finally..
With the benefits of digital photography, Andrew edited photo of this report and printed an 8 x 10 in a frame for The Kings Arms staff. A return visit was duly made (well someone has to live near all this lovely scenery!) and they were delighted to receive a permanent memento from the Register.

So if any of you are ever around Reeth, call in to the Kings Arms and bask in the blue skies, shining cars and the thought that you know what and where that photograph really shows!

Outcome

UMG 473