Well, at least you’ve got two feet

The night before a trip is always an odd one.  Most of the time it’s excitement,  looking forward to to getting out and sleeping under the stars, other times a laziness falls upon me and I don’t feel like setting up my bike. This time I blamed the weather,  thunder storm alerts were popping up on my news feed, so I opted not too pack and moaned on-line!  After some motivational chats and a better weather forecast, I set about preparing my bike.

Fast forward 24 hours and I’m sitting on a train to Bodorgan, Anglesey.  The journey was pleasant enough,  the drunks keeping themselves to themselves and the views from the carriage were stunning.  I left the train at 8 pm to be greeted with a stunning sunset.  Hardly a cloud in the sky,  it was going to be a cold night.

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I cycled for about 20 minutes and was heading to Newborough Forest.  Its a stunning forest on the south west coast of the island.  I passed by the now closed chip shop (I swear I could smell the chips though!) and had to do a u-turn when I cycled past a pub.  It was typical of a small village,  the pub was an extension to someone’s house and being a Saturday night,  everyone was suited and booted, so in no way did I stand out in lycra and hi-viz!

The locals were certainly friendly and I had a good chat to one couple for about half an hour.  I made my excuses after a pint and headed off into the night to find a camping spot within the forest (the couple were kind enough to tell me that a human foot had been found nearby less than a week ago – there goes my sleep!).

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I had a sleepless night,  the owls were screeching during the night. I was awake by 3.45 am and after lying there for an hour, I decided it was better to cycle in the dark then waste anymore time.  By 6 am, I was leaving the island and heading into the main land,  where I stopped at a petrol station for a coffee and a muffin.

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By 7 am,  the sun was up. I was now heading along the cycle path following the coastal road in North Wales.  Not a sole was out! The wind was picking up and sadly for me,  I was going to have a head wind all the way home (the prevailing wind is normally the opposite direction!).

Following route NCN 5 took me past all the old seaside resorts.  Last time I ventured this way, the waves were crashing over the sea defences and this time, I had to compete with a strong headwind and I lost.

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If you have the opportunity and you like history,  Conwy is well worth a visit.  The castle is largely intact, it has Britain’s smallest house and a beautiful harbour to walk around. I’ve been assured that there is a good pub or two too,  but it was too early on a Sunday morning to see for myself.

I went south of Llandudno and avoided the climb around Great Orme and then I was on the final stretch of the coastal path heading to Prestatyn.  I stopped for a coffee in Rhyl and had a lovely chat with a lady about life,  bikes and obviously the weather!  From Prestatyn, I went inland and followed NCN 5 over the Halkwyn hills, a nasty sting at the end of my ride, back to my home.

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The ride was about 90 miles,  5 or so of those miles were completed in Saturday night after work and the remaining on Sunday (when most of you were either in bed or coming home from a night out!).

The coastal road is well worth doing, but pick a day where the wind is blowing behind you!  The train network is pretty good and a lot of cyclists with get the train in one direction.

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