DAY 6

Moist, Lifeboats and waggon spray

My apologies to regular readers yesterdays mileage was 163, quiz excitement got the better of me. Last night we arranged departure at 0800 sharp, however at awakening an hour prior the weather was moist dank and shitty, thus our leader texted all that a later departure  would suit the forecast. His error in this late change was failing to account for Bowie having been pre-programmed for 0800 off. Thus as Monkey and Dee supped delayed coffee on the first floor balcony overlooking the car park Bowie materialised below at 0800 fully suited like a deep sea diver. After multiple watch tapping there after much gesticulation and posturing ensued. This desolate mime of time frustration was frankly at X Factor final standard performance. Grumbling aside the trio left at 0845, up and down many category 1 climbs into hidden Welsh bays we travelled. 

Again without breakfast afore thought we arrived at Littlehaven where we dined on gorgeous bacon rolls. We asked where the rest rooms were and the kindly staff directed us to the public lavs in the car park beside the lifeboat station. After a splash and dash we investigated the RNLI shop and the lady in attendance introduced us to Andy the station manager and a lifelong commercial fisherman. Andy gave us a fantastic tour of the Littlehaven and Broadhaven Lifeboat station which was highly entertaining.

The trio set off again and after several miles the weather closed in, waterproofs donned we headed north through the moist Welsh weather.  Not really a torrential downpour, more that fine rain that gets you wet enhanced with passing HGV tire back splash. At times the only option to ride a safe route was to simply close your eyes and use the force.

After four hours the moistness dissolved into more pleasant climes, soggy and sticky the boys pressed on mainly on coastal A roads.

A grabbed lunch of pre packed baguettes in a Nisa store attached to a Murco petrol station was eaten under the forecourt canopy to shelter from the drizzle.

Heading north once the rain ceased was a delight over rambling hills and through beautiful gorges which reminded the team of their time in the Pyrenees. 

Calling off for a Kodak moment at St. Justin’s the most Westerly point of the Welsh coastline.

Effective as we are on the steeper climbs on A roads as a rolling roadblock, today we experienced multiple close passes. The most annoying was by HGV drivers reluctant to loose headway, two of them took alarming overtakes on us in the face of oncoming traffic. 

Monkeynav with a few programming glitches got us to our destination with minimal bickering. It has to be said the approach to the lodgings was iconic, a meandering highway beside a river for several miles and then a seven foot wide 1:4 climb up an eight foot wide roughy concreted private road with a delightful mossy centre feature was sublime.

Todays mileage was 188, with three Average White Band moments none of which were premeditated.

I would as the blog writer advise you of our overnight haunt’s name, however this country’s relationship with the letters L, R and Y is at least confusing. Pronouncing place names or attempting to has dislocated my tongue several times today. As an Englishman to try and pronounce a word with three L’s two Y’s and god knows how many R’s is the equivalent of an SAS vocal assault course. My tonsils now throb Welsh is definitely a language derived from leftover Scrabble tiles.

Our overnight haul T was at Sygun Fawr just outside the village of Beddgelert a totally superb bed and breakfast most highly recommended.