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Mid-morning on Saturday, despite the -2c, I sat on the Bandit in the freezing sunshine and pointed it westwards.
I chose to avoid the motorways and as many main roads as possible.
Conditions were really not that bad, despite the chills.
The run through the Forest of Dean was brilliant, I do love that road. I used to ride an old BSA Bantam over that route, as a schoolboy.
I stopped in Monmouth for a medicinal Pain au Raison and an equally medicinal hot chocolate.
And then continued westwards until I saw the sight of – bizarrely – what I consider to be home:
I found a pub doing B&B, checked in, and went for a bit of a hooley through a piece of the Black Mountains that I know so well from my youth.
Painful long-dead memories were reawakened. Emotions ran high. And also, I managed to get my right knee down (intentionally!) on a brilliantly sharp mountain pass bend that I have been aching to try that on for decades.
The bend, if you’re interested, is here: 51.815885,-3.05399 (I can’t even begin to describe the uphill gradient that road is on. It’s amazingly steep, like looking up a mountain. Oh. It is!)
On top of the mountain I stopped at Keepers Pond for a view-check:
I then rode the bike over to the other side of the mountain for a look at the view there:
Back at the pub I put the Bandit to bed (the pub owner very kindly offered me a garage space) and went walkabout and foraged for food.
Much later, about 9pm, I went for a drink.
I left that pub after midnight, slightly well-oiled, and having flirted somewhat with one or two girls on Twitter.
I can’t help that. It’s in my genes. Jeans?
The next morning I had a semi-full Welsh breakfast, then headed more or less back the way I’d come in to Wales, out through the Forest of Dean.
I stopped en-route for a coffee at Rich and Dawn’s house and admired their new addition (it’s a human, this time, not another racing car).
And then I trundled home.
The poor old Bandit, after two days of thrashing around the Black Mountains in winter, was a state:
The quick application of two runs of warm soapy water and a wipe down soon had her looking like this:
And then I went to Sainsbury’s and bought food.
What did you do this weekend?