Last week, I was riding the W2 at Afan with some mates. On a very fast part of ‘Windy Point’ a nice lady had stopped her pannier-laden bike to have some fun with her three dogs which were leaping around oblivious to the danger of bikes hurtling towards them.
Her bike, which was helpfully left leaning against the banking and partially in the trail, was pointing ‘up’, against the direction of travel.
What can we conclude from this? Nothing.
But I do hate dogs, though. They stink.