This week saw us enter Wales ! We left Blackpool, once again in the pouring rain and very windy , and wound our way through Preston down to Southport. A good ride including a detour to the bike shop en route to get one or two things and also change the brake pads – thought it might be advisable before entering the hills of Wales.
After a very comfortable and enjoyable evening in Southport it was time to ride off down to Liverpool to take the ferry across the Mersey into the Wirral. There was an eerie silence in the morning as we left – NO WIND – even the wind turbines were quiet , standing tall like still, silent sentries overlooking the landscape. It was a wonderful ride along cycle paths most of the way to Albert Docks and the ferry to cross over to the Wirral. We had a short crossing over to Seacombe to the sound of Gerry and the Pacemakers singing Ferry across the Mersey – very nostalgic ! The sun shone and we rode all along the promenade to West Kirby – beautiful – I certainly saw it at its best !
The next day promised to be a good day and it didn’t disappoint, the first bit along the cycle path along the edge of the River Dee, then over the bridge and into Wales ! The road to Prestatyn was good and I had to get used to everything now being in Welsh – most signs in both but some just in Welsh so a bit tricky to understand exactly where we were !
After interview with local press we set off next morning for Conwy. We stayed the night half way up the Sychnant Pass – a beautiful location surrounded by the Snowdonia National Park. The hillsides were covered in bright purple heather just coming out – a wonderful sight and contrast to the vibrant green of the bracken.
The next day, however, brought a scary moment or two as we reached the top of the pass and peered down at the descent – glad and relieved the brake pads had been renewed with a leap of faith I set off down – brakes firmly on we slowly descended down the narrow and windy road praying we didn’t meet something coming the other way ! All went well, though scary, but sadly the rear tyre had rebelled against the constant braking and burst ! A visit to the bike shop rectified the situation and luckily no lasting damage.
After a good night at a Guest House in Pant Glas between Caernafon and Porthmadog, we rode off to Barmouth. Now the hills were very evident once again – steep climbs which seem relentless. Barmouth is a lovely little seaside town and was busy with visitors and participants for the start of the Three Peaks Race. We watched the start with a tinge of envy, as the yachts slipped their moorings and sailed off into the distance. However, I am glad not to be running up Snowdon or the other peaks – the cycling is challenge enough ! A day off to refuel and then it will be a week tackling the next stage of Wales – I foresee a difficult week ahead !
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Thank you to the following accommodation:
Foxcroft B&B, Haverigg