Trip to West Britain last week.
I'm 100% more likely to plan a trip when the current conditions are fine. I then watch the weather like a hawk in the lead up to the trip and realise that it may be a bit damp. Last week was no exception and after a couple of weeks of sunny, if not a bit chilly weather I set off in full waterproofs. My bike had been cleaned when it had had it's pre-touring season service and I had deliberately not ridden it so it'd look all nice and shinny. That was a waste of time as within the first half an hour on the A283 there had been some kind of agricultural show over the Jubilee weekend and my bike look like it had been ridden through a farm - sorry Weeksy.
I'd crochet a Jubilee brake reservoir cover because I can and I'm single and the evenings are long and lonely
I took a simple route up there, with no motorway accept a couple of miles on the M48 to go over the Severn. This meant going through The Sodburys, which I won't bother doing again and will do a junction or two of the M4 instead.
Tuesday was the best weather so I set off to find a good north route for my repertoire and decided to check out the award winning motorcycle cafe The Old Stores, Pontblyddyn, near Mold. The last half an hour before the cafe is 50mph average speed cameras so I may reverse the route so it's more fun to ride to the café but then have a nice saunter back with a full belly and do a bit of sight seeing instead.
I stopped in Mach for breakfast and saw some RAF Hawks doing the loop.
Tal Y Llyn Lake
Bala
The Old Stores
I had an easy day on Wednesday and walked into Llanrhystud's only café for a fry-up and then rode to Abergavenny for a coffee at the end of South Marine Terrace. The sea was rough and my bike got covered in salt so I took for a jet wash before going back to base to chill at the 9th hole with a G&T.
Thursday I did a mid-wales loop. It was a damp, grey day.
Lyn Brianne Dam in the drizzle
Made up for it with a rather nice lunch (trout) at The Hafod Hotel, Devils Bridge.
Friday going home I reversed the route I'd taken up, which I don't normally do (I was just being lazy) and made a small error. I must have had a waypoint going north on the A34 so rode the same ten miles twice - doh. It was the only straight bit of the route
I stopped at the West End Cafe, Llandovery, an hour into the journey for, erm, another fry up. I've still another couple of pounds to lose before I can get my leathers back on for the rest of the summers adventures.
