And so it all starts again.... Yay!
1/12 at the (never to be forgotten) Dambusters.
I've been in these parts several times in the last few years and wanted to, but never visited the Vaughan Thomas memorial. Dunnit.
The view was wonderful - or would have been if I could have seen it.
I'd planned a route that would take me through Nantsyddion and end at Nant Rhys for the night, but I bumped into Reg, Rich & Steve at the turning for Glaslyn and my plans blew away with the wind. It was a good call because I had a great time with great company, and an interesting bivvy spot.
Next day I had to play catch-up with Reg & Steve because they were packed and ready to go a half hour before I was and set off to catch the half-nine train from Aber to Mach. How we would meet up - easy - we have electronic communication devices. Not! We forgot to exchange phone numbers.
Just as they had to set off the skies opened with possibly the heaviest rain of the weekend. Fnarr! Meanwhile I carried on packing and cycled down in the dry to catch the next train.
Whilst on the train, I'd sort-of planned a route back to the start but then I spotted Reg and Steves bikes leant against a cafe front and - bye bye plans again.
In to the caff for a jolly good (and I have to say moderately priced) breakfast while we waited for Pickers, who caught the next train after mine.
More lanes and BWs back to LlanBM. Teddy will never forget BAM
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