We set off for South West Wales from North West Shropshire at 5 pm. The drive down was great with an excellent chauffeur and navigator John and Sheila (Clayton's better halfs parents).
They are amazing and this would not have been possible without their help.
We met our lady who kindly let us use her caravan for the evening. When I say let us use it. I meant let us have it for as long as want and stocked it full of gorgeous food and drink for our stay. Chris if you are reading this, you are one of the loveliest people I have ever met. Thank you so much.
Actually we found that everyone we met along the way in Pembrokeshire was really really nice. Even the bin men waved and were really friendly.
All was going well until we found that Garmin sat navs for bikes don't do very good navs. Next time a good old fashioned map for £3.99 from Wilkos will do just fine. Pembrokeshire is like Devon and Cornwall without the cream teas but with bara breth and welsh cake. I mean it is very hilly. We made our way along the back roads and we were soon a bit lost and time was moving on so we decided to run with our Plan B .... To use the A40. Apparently a google search of it brings up loads of horror stories of bike deaths.
We survived it and tackled the Brecons to to land in Abergavenny 123 miles across almost through Wales. Clayton had a broken spoke on his back wheel and later it was buckled. A nice lady in the post office in sennybridge lent me some Sellotape to stick the spoke back in place.
Why then could I still not catch him on my bike ;)
It is quite monotonous riding sometimes so I started to play a little game of counting and categorising the road kill. I will let you know the results later on but I will leave you with this fact that I reckon there should be no food shortages in the UK if we could scrape them up quick enough.
