Cubist
Still wavin'
- Location
- Ovver 'thill
Cubester was selected to play for the North East Region ACFA sevens team, in the National Championships held at Christ College, Brecon on Saturday. They won all four pool games, plus the semi-final and faced the absolute favourites Wales in the final. I am happy to report that they administered a humping, winning the final 22-10. 
I decided to go and watch and took the bike with me planning to ride the Gorlech Trail at Brechfa this morning. I managed to book into the White Hart at Llandeilo, while Cubester and his team mates spent the night at Sennybridge Barracks. I was just settling into the Saracens v Ulster game in the pub with a celebratory pint of Evans Cwrw when all hell broke loose. A visiting team who had played against Llandeilo RFC that afternoon came in, already well into a good session, celebrating one of the player's stag do. The pub isn't huge, but a more raucous beer fuelled evening you just can't imagine. A cracking rump steak, far too much Cwrw and some seriously inexpensive house doubles rounded the day off perfectly.
This morning after a tentative breakfast and lots of tea I set off to ride the Gorlech. It was absolutely arsing it down, and continued to do so all the way round. The first climb out of the car park goes on for ever, and becomes more gruelling the higher you get. The singletrack rewards are very entertaining, but far too short-lived, and you're straight onto another slogging fire-road climb. Descend and repeat, then same again.
Great for jumps, berms, switchbacks and chutes, easy to overdo the speed but great fun nevertheless. Not a classic to be fair, but I'd go back to ride it again on a dry day and take the Soul next time.
I decided to go and watch and took the bike with me planning to ride the Gorlech Trail at Brechfa this morning. I managed to book into the White Hart at Llandeilo, while Cubester and his team mates spent the night at Sennybridge Barracks. I was just settling into the Saracens v Ulster game in the pub with a celebratory pint of Evans Cwrw when all hell broke loose. A visiting team who had played against Llandeilo RFC that afternoon came in, already well into a good session, celebrating one of the player's stag do. The pub isn't huge, but a more raucous beer fuelled evening you just can't imagine. A cracking rump steak, far too much Cwrw and some seriously inexpensive house doubles rounded the day off perfectly.
This morning after a tentative breakfast and lots of tea I set off to ride the Gorlech. It was absolutely arsing it down, and continued to do so all the way round. The first climb out of the car park goes on for ever, and becomes more gruelling the higher you get. The singletrack rewards are very entertaining, but far too short-lived, and you're straight onto another slogging fire-road climb. Descend and repeat, then same again.
Great for jumps, berms, switchbacks and chutes, easy to overdo the speed but great fun nevertheless. Not a classic to be fair, but I'd go back to ride it again on a dry day and take the Soul next time.
