Better than CYB. Some really nice fast swoopy sections, little jumps and that, tricky rocky bits. Lovely scenery and views and that.
But….
Bit like visiting a prostitute compared to a really nice girl/boyfriend, innit? Like you don't have to live with the former, and see all the little faults and that, but maybe it's those little faults and imperfections, and seeing them first thing in the morning after a heavy night, that make the experience more 'real', eh? Know what I mean?
Don't get me wrong; I really enjoyed it. We had a right laugh, and I didn't moan once. But it's artificial, contrived, manufactured. I think trail centres have their place, and are great fun. They appeal to people who otherwise might not like wilderness biking, which can be a bleaker and less 'fun' experience. You can do a good loop, return to the centre, get a shower and a cup of tea. Get back to the missus and the kids who've been playing on the zip-line/sandpit/colouring in with pens. Nice.
KevEvs says it's like comparing plastic to wood. And excellent analogy, I think.
We went over to Tal Y Fan after, rode about a bit, saw some beautiful pylons. A sheep looked at me funny, but fortunately it didn't kick off. We dumped the bikes and had a scramble up to the summit. Bugger's been eluding me for 4 years now; you can't ride a bike all the way up to the top though, as far as I can see. Had an 'Oggy'; by Christ it was huuuge. Tasty though.
Lufli* day in North Wales. The rain held off, although we got pretty soaked riding through all the little puddles and streams. Had a sheep jump out from behind a bush, then peg it down the road at over 25mph! Never seen a sheep move so fast. Nutter. Some nice horses mooching about and stuff, Red Kite flying about. Fantastic.
I'm an idiot
I'm a stupid idiot;
I'm an Englishman in North Wales.
*(Welsh for 'lovely'. No really it is I'm learning Welsh and everything. KevEvs say's 'coc oen'. I have no idea what this means. I think it's quite a nice compliment or something though)