22 November 2012
Trust me, I'm a cyclist: Honesty boxes on Route 65
Further proof of cyclists' integrity came today, when I was cycling past Naburn Station (picture), now a cafe/B&B sort of place on the railtrail south of York that is Route 65. (I blogged last year about the entertaining sculptures on the bridge just up from here.)
My honesty wasn't tested in the event, as Patrick and then the owner Ann came out to chat, telling me lots of interesting stuff about the place.
(Like the fact that, in addition to the scale model of Saturn there that's part of the Planets Trail, there's also a one-third scale model of the Cassini Space Probe that's currently investigating Saturn. I'd mistakenly thought it was a rather fussy satellite dish.)
Google map) that's also open for help-yourself tea and coffee with an honesty box, plus a small book stall.
Anyway, honesty boxes are a good thing, and a sign of a decent society. I bet that Addison Lee driver would like them, too. He'd take all the rhubarb, sod off without paying, and swear blind to his employers that it was the cyclist's fault.
Posted Thursday, November 22, 2012
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Grand to meet you the other day, and we'll be sure to send you a note about the Bicycling Friendly in spring, and the Solar System Sprint cycling challenge over the winter time.ReplyDelete
from New Yorkshire, USA
We can do even better on the honesty front. On the Hadrian's Wall walking route out of Bowness on Solway there is an honesty shop - proper stone built building, snacks, tea & coffee and (clean!) toilets - with soap and towels and everything!ReplyDelete
Love the look of the honesty hut, never seen anything like that before. PS the opening paragraph had be laughing out loud! Great stuff :)ReplyDelete
Sue - I did the cycle route version of Hadrian's Wall in spring (and blogged about it, http://realcycling.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/hadrians-wall-post-helmets-on-ncn72.html).ReplyDelete
I don't recall seeing the honesty shop though, which is a shame as we'd've stopped there. Instead we piled on to Carlisle, intent on having a couple of decent pints in a quiet little pub. Which we did, except for the bit about decent, quiet and little.
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