It's been a while since I rode to get somewhere, more often than not I ride to get away from somewhere or to escape something but this weekend I had a rare opportunity to ride somewhere, to actually ride somewhere, point A to point B. The point A in question was roughly Gilwern, and point B, Bristol. Not a huge ride but all new roads for me which made it kinda exciting and fresh. The route started on the Tumble, which is an allegedly feared climb in race circles, to be fair in a race scenario it would be pretty horrid but for an easy cycle it was pretty nice, fantastic views from the top and an ever present broody sky. My route took me on as many B and unclassified roads as I could squeeze into it, and some of them were truly inspiring. Like the lane from Blaenavon to the A4042, which felt like it was being crushed between the boughs of ancient trees, determined to claim their space. And the great meandering road from Usk to Chepstow through lush countryside.
The Bristol channel swiflty arrived and everything became more hurried and concrete, but it surprised me just how close to Bristol you can get on country lanes. Once there it was down to the serious business of catching up with old friends, drinking cider and eating a vast plate of food.