Horrible, isn’t it?
Just back from a couple of days in Wales, for various boring reasons I didn’t take the bike.
Daughter and Son in law are looking at doing the Welsh 3000’s this week, and popped up the Carneds for a last recce yesterday.
They started at Ogwen, straight up Pen Yr Ole Wen, we parked at Aber and walked up to meet them on Foel Fras.
So we decided go up via Drum.
I like walking, should be fun.
With a bike, it’s pretty much my favourite place on Earth.
We usually pop up to Lyn Anafon first, something to eat then 10 minutes of madness back down before the big climb.
Right at the signpost and it’s butterflies in the stomach time.
Long easy climb, say hello to the hill ponies, unspoken race to the top, take in the view then fling yourself back down.
God, it’s wonderful.
Jesus, it’s a dull walk though.
Takes bleeding ages and every step a reminder that your soul and your knees would be so much happier on a sodding mountain bike.
‘Er indoors felt the same, too.
Well, her knees did.
Bikes are great.
Don’t leave home without one.