Well, that was a splendid ride, wasn't it? Even though there were times when I doubted my own sanity - mostly around Flint...
I bumped into someone who turned out to be Pubbrunner the instant I got to the Eureka Cafe. We were soon joined by Crackle, Rickshaw Phil and Mike 3121. Then it was a matter of waiting for the ride to turn up whilst drinking tea and eating cake. Or at least, I did, Pubbers seemed to spend most of his time jumping out his seat and rushing over to the road to see if anyone was in sight. We were worried he'd tire himself out before we left Eureka.
I joined Team Slow But Steady who were the last to leave, expertly guided by Andrew Br and his Garmin. Much has already been said about the ride itself, so I'll pass swiftly over the bits involving Flint, the A548, that caravan park and Rhyl. Some memories are best left alone... Adrian and User13710 rather sensibly decided to catch a train at Flint, with beautifully timed as it started to heave down before we'd even left. By the time we'd reached Rhyl it was obvious we weren't going to make Llandudno any time soon, so some rest and succour was found in a Macdonalds (we're class, we are
). And then a funny thing happened - it stopped raining! The sun even came out as we left Rhyl (obviously it wasn't going anywhere near Rhyl itself) which made the coastal path very pleasant indeed.
There was disappointment when we finally reached Llandudno, when I realised I had to go and get my train NOW. Sod it, I'd come all this way, there was no way I wasn't at least going to have one celebratory pint. Which soon became two. On the face of it, cycling back to Birkenhead may have seemed inadvisable, especially as I like Skol had kindly offered me the spare bed in his hotel room, but I never sleep well in hotel rooms, so thought it better to make the journey now when the roads were quiet rather than in the morning when I'd be even more tired, and have to deal with hordes of impatient motorists angrily squeezing past. It was the right decision: road works at Connah's Quay meant I would have had to take the long way (and probably get lost) which would not have been great. But it did mean going through Rhyl, again - which seems gratuitously long - and with the added insult of an entirely unnecessary nagging head wind to boot. So, home with 118 miles on the computer and after five hours. A bit further and longer than I'd planned!
Thanks to
@nickyboy for organising: that my direct road route back was only two miles less than your route out shows just how much planning went into it.
@I like Skol, your offer of a bed for the night was much appreciated, hopefully I'll buy you a pint (of Skol) in a future ride! Hope you heal quickly, Cubist.
I'm surprised it's taken you this long to realise