Gale Beck Lodge
I used to drive past this building on my daily commute from Newbiggin in Bishopdale to Kirkby Lonsdale. So my daily drive, which had previously been in and out of London on the M4, was along one of the finest driving roads in the UK. Like a true saddo petrolhead I used to time myself from Hawes to Ingleton, shaving seconds off by taking a sweeping line round the corners and learning every bump and change of surface and camber. I tested the ABS on my car more than once as I came face to face with a milk tanker or a scraggy Swaledale in the middle of the road, and relied far too heavily on the ability of Bridgestone Potenzas to find grip on wet North Yorkshire County Council tarmac.
But it was my personal Nordschleife, a challenge that was as compelling as it was pointless.
The relentless stream of bikers on summer weekends seemed to appreciate the road as much as I did, and I was surprisingly pleased to see Jeremy Clarkson and Richard Hammond one evening parked next to Gale Beck Lodge in a Porsche and an Aston taking a break while filming a road test.
But all things come to an end and after I moved to Arnside I rarely had any reason to go back to the B6255.
Until last week, when I drove over to Bedale.
And stopped to take this photograph.
My only regret is that it was sunny. I can't help but feel that dark clouds would have suited the image better.
However, I'm going back to Bedale tomorrow and I will be riding back to Arnside on a motorcycle, so I am quite sure that the weather will oblige me with some splendid rain clouds.

