After the torrential downpours of Thursday- cycling for seven hours in rain, four of them torrential- we were very worried when we woke up on Friday in Felindre Farchog to yet more rain accompanied by 50mph winds. We packed up our damp kit slowly and ate a leisurely breakfast. I was still feeling the after effects of a tummy bug so wasn’t up to eating really but felt I needed to re-fuel as there was a tough day ahead.
As we loaded up the bikes, the rain eased a little but the wind strengthened and we wobbled off up a very steep hill. The landlady had heard of our journey and made a generous donation- people have been so kind. Loo (who looked after the farm and kept this blog up to date until our mobile phone signal disappeared completely) let us know that there was a write up about us in the Hereford Times. The journalist increased Steve’s age to 66 and I was made younger and became 52! The wonders of exercise!
The hills became even steeper but as we entered the wonderful Gwaun Valley we no longer minded. This ancient, thickly wooded cwm is covered in a profusion of wild garlic, foxgloves, wild roses, ox-eye daisies and rare orchids. We were blown away- not this time by the wind, but by the sheer beauty of it all. A large herd of Longhorn cattle watched us we cycled slowly past; red kites and buzzards circled above us as we stopped to drink at the superb Duffryn Arms, untouched since World War One- yes, seriously. We last visited it 22 years ago and it is just as it was, including beer served from a jug.
Eventually we climbed out of the valley and then it was a steep uphill slog to Trefin- one of our favourite villages in Pembrokeshire. A little weak sun greeted us but the welcome from the owners of Old Cartlett House was wonderfully warm, with home-made scones and a great cup of tea as well as lots of wags from the tail of Gus the lovely Spaniel. Our room was super- cosy, warm and pretty, the nicest of the trip so far. After a good supper at the local pub, The Ship Inn, we collapsed in bed. A fabulous day.