The author reflects on a three-day motorcycle trip through Wales, embracing the region’s renowned biking roads and inevitable wet weather. He recounts the journey with his nephew, including their route from West Cornwall to various destinations like Abergavenny and Betws-y-Coed, noting the picturesque scenery and camaraderie. Despite initial reservations about riding in the rain, the experience proves enjoyable and fulfilling. They navigate challenges such as the infamous large breakfasts and choking incidents, fostering camaraderie and laughter. Ultimately, the trip emphasizes the beauty of Wales, the delight of biking regardless of conditions, and the importance of respecting the local environment and culture.
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And then there was four….
The weather forecast, any weather forecast, ought to be taken with just a little scepticism. It has been known that the forecaster has been made to look like a fool when dismissing warnings of wind and hurricanes. I would no more bet on the actual meteorological outcome than I would attempt to trim my pubesContinue reading “And then there was four….”
Three go to Millau
We have all heard of London Bridge, the bridge over the river Kwai and le ‘Pont d’Avignon’. I think there is a small bridge at Baripper Harbour. The first is now in California, the second is in a film and the latter is still half finished in Provence. One can still walk across it toContinue reading “Three go to Millau”
Five go…..
Robert Perzig wrote ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance about 50 years ago. He combined philosophical ruminations on the state of ‘Quality’ while travelling by motorcycle. It was a huge hit with the hippies when they were ‘flower wearing fashionable’ rather than the libertarian anti vaxxing ‘Bill Gates ate my hamster’ conspiracists of today.Continue reading “Five go…..”
Five Go Frolicking…
Imagine getting hold of some old scrap tin which once was in a former life painted green but now has the patina of age. Dented, some of the bare metal showing through, just enough rust for character but not enough to condemn it. Add two small wheels and an engine with just enough power inContinue reading “Five Go Frolicking…”
Five go Frolicking in France.
You know the kind of day that kicks off as classic damp, cold, and grey. Of course you do, because that’s just the standard weather in Britain, and we all love to make a big show of complaining about it. Endlessly. We’re such experts at grumbling that it’s practically a form of greeting for usContinue reading “Five go Frolicking in France.”
Looking After Your Ring. 