My first responsibility today was to collect my wife from her night shift. She was over an hour late - that's fine, her work is more important than my ride. But sitting in the car growing ever colder when I could've been on the road wasn't the best of starts.
This was the most perfect early February day imaginable, and well forecast. A shame that circumstances, the aftermath of the virus many have been talking about, and the pneumonia vaccination I was persuaded to take a few days ago were a bit against me. Here's the final route (anticlockwise):
Early on I passed a pub called
The Penny Farthing at Aston Crews, east of Ross-on-Wye. Surely this is going to be middle-aged cyclist friendly? It needs checking out.
Two big climbs today, at English Bicknor and Tintern. Both have stings in the tail, the first of which I knew about, the second not. The big descent from Devauden towards Chepstow, of which I spoke so glowingly of a few months ago, didn't seem so remarkable today. I guess that unexpected pleasures are the sweetest...
I couldn't come home on such a glorious day without attempting a few pictures. This is south of Llandogo, showing a very red river Wye and if you use your imagination the beginnings of life in the trees:
The A466 Wye Valley road was full of cyclists, many of whom thought it was helpful to creep up behind and shout "All Right" from a foot behind my right ear. It would've been easy enough to take the standard route from Tintern, past the Abbey and over Lover's Leap, but I wanted a rest from being buzzed by cyclists and I decided to take the stiffer route up to Devauden. Immediately I was faced with a "Road Closed" notice, the second time in as many rides this has happened on a bit of road important to my route. As before , I decided to ignore it and hope for the best. There seemed to have been some canopy clearing going on, but there was no-one around today and no obtruction to progress, whatever your vehicle. This valley features a succession of small dams and associated reservoirs, the remnants of bygone industry, which have been cleared and restored since I was last there. I was rewarded for my defiance with views such as this:
Onwards to the Severn Bridge, which I used to commute over daily and have therefore crossed thousands of times. It now seems special again, which is nice.
Sadly, when the new bridge was build, they saved half a crown by not supplying a cycle track. I gather that whoever designed the crossing from Denmark to Sweden was similarly unenlightened - perhaps I'm being unfair. I guess we should be thankful for what we do have. Unsurprisingly, the cycletracks/footpaths were very busy today.
As the light started to fade, I took this final shot looking north over the village of Purton with the river Severn behind. In the distance can just be seen the Malverns, 25 miles away:
I ended with 103 rather slow miles, a bit of sunburn and a very dirty bike - again!