Sorry this is a bit late...
That was an absolutely lovely weekend and exactly the sort of break I needed
(will ignore the lumpy terrain for now). I was already familiar with the lovely scenery in Wales, but never expected to have a whole weekend of dry, warm and sunny weather in which to enjoy it. Back in the office on Tuesday co-workers took a look at my tanned face and refused to believe I had spent the weekend in Wales.
A huge thanks to Phil and Sue for hosting (and putting up with) us for the weekend.
Right behind them come TimO and Speshact for saving me from a motorised rescue. Let me explain... around 7 miles from Newport, as we cycled along a lovely road shadowing the A449 I spotted what appeared to be an aeroplane atop a hill across the valley and decided to stop to take a picture. I slowly came to a complete stop. As forward momentum ceased and I got both feet on the ground I suddenly realised the left side of my handlebars were not attached to the right!
The timing was fortunate, as only a few seconds down the road it cut under the A449, going left while dropping down then right and back up. I dread to think what would have happened if I hadn't stopped when I did. Anyway, as we left Newport we noticed an open bike shop (it is in Newport, not Caerleon, as I reported last weekend). We found the phone number, confirmed they had bars in stock and convinced the proprietor to stay open for a bit. (When asked how long he'd be open, he replied "I don't know, maybe an hour, maybe two, not sure...") I removed the two halves of my bars, TimO and Speshact removed their baggage, and with my broken bars rode back to the bike shop to pick up a replacement for me. A replacement was procured, installed, and we were on our way. As for the new bars, they're a wee bit wider than the ones which snapped. Their size was the source of much jocularity during the weekend.
I can heartily recommend the
Greyhound Hotel & Inn, Llantrisant, where we stopped both Friday and Monday. This hostelry is welcoming to both cyclists and ramblers, meeting criteria set by the Wales Tourist Board. Good prices, pints and food, except for the cheese board, which was a serious disappointment (quality and quantity).
I did feel a tad guilty about not doing any cycling on Saturday and Sunday, but really appreciated two days of doing
NOTHING. Also, it ensured my legs were still functioning for the journey home!
Again, thanks to our hosts, my rescuers, and everyone who was there for a lovely weekend.
Photos are now
off the camera and on my computer – hope to have them online and linked before tomorrow evening posted in the
relevant thread.