Old friend Sue Papworth has a problem that has been exacerbated by the success of the Tour de France through Yorkshire, which looked wonderful in the television coverage.

“Aye up world.” said the sign held by one Tyke.

The trouble is that the world might well respond.

Which leads me to Sue’s problem.

“For over two years, I’ve been trying (and failing) to find a self-catering bungalow somewhere in the county, or even leaking over the border into adjoining ones if desperate, which can accommodate a woman who is allergic to gas and travels with a mobility scooter.

“I’ve not been anywhere for two years and I’m getting stir-crazy. Surely I fit somewhere in Yorkshire? Thing is, now we’ve really blown it. We’ve let everyone else on the planet

(and possibly beyond) take a look at Yorkshire and so next year the place will be stuffed. And so will I.

“Is there anyone out there knows of a 2/3-bed holiday bungalow or flat which is gas free?

Or keeps its oil or gas boiler in the garage or next door. Coast, Dales, moors, Wolds, wherever. I’d be more than happy to hear of it so I can get in quick, before the aliens on bicycles.”