A 380 mile ride on Friday from home to Llangadog via Little Chalfont in temperatures between 18 Celsius and 33 Celsius meant late arrival, intense thirst, no time to cook - and indeed , no food to cook as we were lightweight camping and relying on eating out.
No problem as there was always The Black Lion in Llgangadog. Arrived at 10 pm to find the only pub in town did not serve food. We ended up with a new taste sensation: a bag of plain crisps and two pickled eggs...and a pint of the local bitter.
Seriously, if you are ever really really hungry and need something desperately to stop you eating your own arm...you'd be hard put to find anything worse!
The following day Saturday we took local advice and breakfasted at Miss Mollie's on the A40 at LLangdog. Used to be a Little Chef and shows what Little Chef could have been if only they'd tried. Thoroughly recommended..good choice, freshly cooked, well presented, decently priced... the complete antithesis of Little Chef.
Fed up , as it were, off to Aberystwyth ..to the bottom of the funicular railway on the sea front. We were followed through the town by two bikes who it later transpired followed us because we really looked as though we knew where we we going. Of course, we did know. It's just that we were not going to the bike show that they were looking for!
Then a pleasant if busy ride over to Aberaeron for ice cream etc. then a quiet cross country ride down the quiet and enjoyable A482 back to the camp site Rest of afternoon was spent reducing the nation's stock of beer and cider and soaking up the rays.
Sunday morning dawned cold and grey. Was that it? Summer been and gone? In reality, conditions were ideal for a quiet and progressive ride down the A40 to Monmouth. Great riding road, no traffic on Sunday morning...you should try it!
Sunday morning dawned cold and grey. Was that it? Summer been and gone? In reality, conditions were ideal for a quiet and progressive ride down the A40 to Monmouth. Great riding road, no traffic on Sunday morning...you should try it!