Like tears of a unicorn lost in the rain, Chaos will triumph this day!
I got the train along the coast to Burry Port today
I wanted to ride the
Coastal Path back to Llanelli.
It's a lovely route, especially with a tailwind, and my Dad and I rode it many times.
I started at the port itself, looking out across the channel to the Gower peninsula.
I rode on, remembering the last time I'd been here, about ten years ago.
I didn't remember seeing a dragon!
I'd left my sword at home, so single combat was not attempted.
It's a perfect surface too - smooth tarmac, well looked after, with regular places to admire the view.
I miss my Dad. I remember the feelings of grief, of loss, when he died.
Now, over eight years later, I have very warm, fond, happy memories of him.
For reasons, we lost contact for ten years. When we got in touch again, I was 18.
It's a rare privilege to get to know a parent twice - once as the child I was, then again as an adult.
He was a good friend, a great guy, and a good father. I told him so regularly.
Riding back to my digs in Swansea, I came across the Tennant Canal.
Unnavigated since the 1930s, it's still in water. The towpath is a bit overgrown in places.
Attempting to ride through that was a mistake, although it looks worse than it is.
Out for dinner with my brother and sister later on.
25.8 km ridden today.
