Dry January can be suspended on a Friday and Saturday night can’t it? Thus I woke today with a seriously bad head. Ouch-tastic to the max. Give a Nobel prize to Professor Paracetamol on my behalf please.

Off up the Swansea Valley to ride a whole load of rather too persistent hills and then across, in a cheeky way, back to where we were parked near to the South Wales Caving Club at Penwyllt.

The world and his wife were out and about today, all having fun in the not-rain. And not a single person tutted at us. Happy Day 🙂