Last night was spent in a cheap yha place. Not bad, once i'd circled the block a few times to find it. Met some nice people there who i think were left with the impression that i am mad. : no change there then.
I left cardiff this morning to sunshine and had to convince myself that i was still in wales by cycling to the welsh assembly on cardiff bay and the start of the Taff trail which i would follow to brecon. The first 20 miles of the day weren't bad, good track and mostly flat, so much so it felt like cheating. Then came payback in the form of castel coch, a beautiful old castle, up a big hill. Then more gradual uphill with flat sections and a bit more countryside. Got some donations on the way and people were really friendly. Coming into myrthr ibruprofen became necessary for my knee (twisted in snowdonia last month) but the worst problem was a slight sense of humour failure which lasted until the resevoirs about 15 miles from destination. The sight of familiar territory and surprising some poor woman trying to go for a wee, made me laugh. Then just as i hit the high point in the beacons, breathe comes onto my ipod and the rain starts to pour. Still downhill all the way into brecon ( the welsh version anyway) the sight of brecon in the distance was only bettered by the public loo i passed. I have never loved brecon more than when i rolled into it today, 62 and a bit miles from my starting point. Shower, food and bed, in that order, and here's hoping i can walk tomorrow!
I left cardiff this morning to sunshine and had to convince myself that i was still in wales by cycling to the welsh assembly on cardiff bay and the start of the Taff trail which i would follow to brecon. The first 20 miles of the day weren't bad, good track and mostly flat, so much so it felt like cheating. Then came payback in the form of castel coch, a beautiful old castle, up a big hill. Then more gradual uphill with flat sections and a bit more countryside. Got some donations on the way and people were really friendly. Coming into myrthr ibruprofen became necessary for my knee (twisted in snowdonia last month) but the worst problem was a slight sense of humour failure which lasted until the resevoirs about 15 miles from destination. The sight of familiar territory and surprising some poor woman trying to go for a wee, made me laugh. Then just as i hit the high point in the beacons, breathe comes onto my ipod and the rain starts to pour. Still downhill all the way into brecon ( the welsh version anyway) the sight of brecon in the distance was only bettered by the public loo i passed. I have never loved brecon more than when i rolled into it today, 62 and a bit miles from my starting point. Shower, food and bed, in that order, and here's hoping i can walk tomorrow!
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