Bridges, buddies and Beacons

After a steady journey through the Midlands where work to install additional safety bays on smart motorways meant miles of 50 mph zones (which suited me as that is my default speed) I arrived back at Rock Farm near Shepton Mallet where Caroline soon had me to work cutting and drilling more steel sections. These were destined to form part of the safety fencing that would line each side of the approaches to the proposed bridge installation linking two detached sections of the Strawberry Line cycle path. 

The new bridge was required to be some 4m higher than the original to accommodate the modern HGVs that now use the road and as a cycle path aims to have a maximum gradient of 1:12/13 these rising approaches would be around 50m long.

The previous work party had created the rebar and shuttering for a substantial concrete pour that created the two new abutments and after a few weeks curing these were ready to accept the new 15m bridge built near Huddersfield.

Thus early on Tuesday morning a significant number of volunteers and spectators gathered to await the arrival of first a large crane and shortly after the lorry carrying the bridge. A road closure was in force and one of the groundworks contractors used his tracked excavator with a multi purpose operating head to slice through a number of dead ash trees which would impede the lift and were in any case a potential traffic hazard. The deft operator soon had the debris clear enabling the crane and lorry to take up position in a still restricted operating space. Slings were attached and final checks made before gradually the crane took the strain and the bridge moved towards its final resting place.

There was a round of applause for the fitter who walked across to ensure that the four legs were true on the abutments and a final adjustment was made to square things up. A final short lift allowed two steel plates and two heavy duty rubber pads to be inserted at the end that effectively floats to allow for thermal expansion before final bolts were installed and a resin based bond inserted to finish the job. It was a testament to the skill of all those involved from preparing the ground to making the abutments, designing, constructing and delivering the bridge that it all fitted perfectly. Having the gap literally bridged also made it much easier to crack on with the fencing and building up of the surfaces to finished level. A team of civil engineers from Bristol had turned out for a volunteering day and said they had learned a lot from getting out of the office and seeing how the reality of a project contrasts with computerised design in an idealistic scenario. A box of biscuits fortified the troops for a final push and by the end of the day most of the important fencing was in situ.

After a very satisfying day I returned to the peaceful quarry for a quiet night and returned to site the following day in torrential rain to drill and fix some final securing bolts. Unfortunately the cordless SDS drill packed up halfway through the work and it was too wet to safely use the genny so the task was put on a long list of 'to dos' before the official opening in a few weeks time.

I headed off to Priddy after stopping off to stock up for the forthcoming weekend gathering and found the field soggy but empty. Thursday was a far better day and I set off for a day's ride starting with the descent of Cheddar Gorge. On the tightest bends at the lower end I had to sharply avoid 3 motorbikes that had overcooked the corner and were over the white line - all fully liveried police bikes! I followed the Strawberry Line as far as Sandford where a new cafe has opened up at the old station - The Pullman is actually run by the adjacent sheltered housing complex for the elderly and is a brilliant innovation combining good food for passing walkers and cyclists and providing a social stimulus for the residents. I returned towards Axbridge and then explored various options to put to the team at the weekend around Wedmore before reaching Wookey Hole and the final climb back up Ebor Gorge to Priddy, always a tough finish. I enjoyed the last hour or two of sunshine after an excellent day.

A quick spin  over to the Mendip Heights C&CC site saw me buying a few bottles of local cider and some biccies before Pete and Nick turned up and settled in. We enjoyed a good catch up and retired to await the arrival of Dale early on Saturday to complete the team. Despite two flat (bike) tyres he arrived raring to go so we dropped down through Cheddar once more and stopped in Axbridge for an early coffee. Our next track alongside one of the drainage ditches was a wet mud fest and persuaded us to stick largely to the quieter surfaced lanes. Lunch on a bench in the Wedmore church yard also gave us the chance to clean the worst off the bikes before we followed a network of lanes and the odd track back towards Wookey and Ebor once more. Nick whizzed off on his ebike with the benefit for us using more traditional steeds of arriving back just as his kettle boiled.

Friends from Dethick arrived on their return from a trip south to get their van windows tinted and on a dry but fresh evening we walked the mile up to the Hunters Inn. This place has barely changed in over forty years and we secured a table by the fire to enjoy a choice of ales and their basic but excellent food. Pete took a shine to the local farm cider and impressed all by downing four pints and remaining both coherent and upright. It was a memorable evening and Dale was kind enough to run Nina back to their van as her damaged knee was playing up before heading back to Bristol.

Sunday morning saw heavy rain leading to some fun and games getting them away before Pete, Nick and I walked back to the pub getting soaked in the first half mile by a final shower. We were in search of Nick's missing phone which Roger handed over with a wry smile as we ordered some soups and another round of beer. A good walk back past Priddy Pools, up to the remarkable Nine Barrows and back via the Swildon's entrance hole saw us warmed up and dried out and ready for an entertaining games evening in Pete's van. It was good to experience the layout of different vans over the weekend as we each have varying needs and priorities and seek different adventures, however IMNSHO the Topaz reigns supreme😁😁

With work a thing of the past the three of us set off on Monday to ride over to Shepton Mallet to give Nick a chance to see what we had been involved in. The groundworks contractor had made great progress on the two approach ramps but unfortunately back at the cemetery project the final stone work for a curved bench was yet to be finished so this sensitive area remained to be completed.

Some good off road sections and lanes returned us to Wells where I noticed an unusual number of texts on my phone. To my horror the phone had sent multiple emergency texts to the 999 service and they had replied numerous times. Then my phone rang and the Avon and Somerset Control room were relieved to hear it was all a mistake and I of course apologised profusely.

We cycled up the old Bristol Road back to Priddy and the others departed leaving me to enjoy a rest and the traditional BBC2 Monday night quiz night. I took another police call as more texts had been received - a longstanding irritation of my experience with the Three network has been that voice mails and texts can take days to arrive so there was a backlog of my unintentional messages. I figured that either my phone had been bouncing in the top tube bag and sent the messages or my Medical Alert app was malfunctioning so I deleted it and turned the phone off for the night. 

At 5am I turned it back on and almost immediately had another police call from another super polite and patient call handler as more delayed texts had been received overnight. Fortunately by coincidence I was calling in at the Three and O2 shops in Bristol and decided to change provider. O2 are one of the few networks not to impose EU roaming charges and have a more reasonable roaming limit of 25 GB a month so I arranged for a PAC code and signed up for 100Gb a month at £20. 3 were unable to match that offer or indeed explain the delayed texts etc : ironically I took a final call from ASP actually in the shop.

I stayed the night in Brecon before joining Jan and other members of the Hereford Caving Club on their weekly dig above the Usk Valley. A rift is being excavated in the hope that it might link up with known sections of the Agen Allwedd system. The cover was removed and a scaffolding frame raised in to position over the shaft to enable a 3 pulley rope system to be used to remove the spoil. Thus an energetic day in good company passed as we raised bucket after bucket of loose muddy material and some heavy individual rocks in a net to be deposited nearby. It was hard work but very enjoyable but I was more than happy to stay on the surface as the working void was tight and muddy. Regular breaks refreshed us and good progress was made with the draught increasing noticeably before we called it a day late afternoon as after lifting many tons the hauling crew were exhausted. My progress around the badminton court that night was even more sedate than normal and Guinness in the rugby club more deserved.

A cracking ride from Talybont over to Talgarth with Mike for an excellent soup in the Mill cafe was enhanced further by the main road being closed for resurfacing to all traffic other than bikes and pedestrians so our return was a reminder of those quieter times during Covid when roads were so empty.

I joined Jan and Ian at the Coliseum in Brecon to see The Outrun which was thought provoking as was the size of the Friday night crowd - 9, and returned to the park up where a number of vans were in residence.

A bright Saturday dawn and a forecast for two fine days inspired me to get up and get going on a long held desire to revisit the 40 plus mile long Epynnt Way which follows the perimeter of the Sennybridge Military Training area north of Brecon. I had failed to complete the circuit in a day a decade ago so had decided to allow two days given that the days are now shorter. I stocked up with sandwiches, pork pies and hard boiled eggs as I wasn't bothering with a stove and just took a sleeping bag, roll mat and bivvy bag for the night out.

I surprised Crad by arriving early above Sennybridge to leave the van parked up and then rode out over the common to join the route proper with almost immediately a section closed for timber harvesting popping up. However the contractors were not working and the only 'hazard' was a very deep and muddy extraction track.

Thereafter followed many hours of hard graft descending numerous valleys, climbing out of them usually pushing due to the gradient, all the while keeping an eye out for the yellow topped posts that mark a route that is rarely otherwise evident on the ground. My Satmap enabled me to retain my precise location as deviating from the route is ill advised due to the risk of unexploded ordnance but it was still quite a challenge to spot the various twists and turns of what was as I remembered a very demanding route. I passed a platoon of soldiers and waited for another group in a firing exercise to spot me and allow me to continue but they were fully absorbed in their task so I had to bypass half a mile or so of the route proper. The northern section above Garth and Beulah across to Tirabad was easier as it parallelled the scarp face and on a section outside of the range I found a place at a small ruin to set up for the night. I had covered 30 miles in 9 hours with an average moving speed of only 4 mph which gives an indication of the challenging route so was ready to get settled down as the sun set. A tumble late on in to a stream had left my clothing rather damp so I hung it in a tree and donned my Superman onesie, bought as a joke in a charity shop, before lying back to watch the stars emerge. I was asleep in minutes and only woke when a rogue shower required me to zip up the bivvy bag and enjoy the total silence.

I woke at first light but had no idea of the actual time as the clocks had changed and there was no phone service. However I wanted to crack on so with a ground frost keeping it a bit fresh I put on the damp clothes but was grateful for dry socks and then hastened up the hill to warm up in the bright sunshine. Another 4 hours saw me knock off the final 15 miles with plenty of descents and ascents, stunning views of the Brecon Beacons and a final tough climb back to the start of the route. I was really pleased to have managed the full circuit but would advise anybody not to underestimate the rough terrain and isolation. A quick shower and a catch up with Dawn after her trip to Venice was followed by a shop and sort out in Brecon before we all met up at Talybont where Clare produced an excellent meal and Mike undertook the duties of maitre d'.

I stayed the night and slept soundly before moving on to the Whistle Inn above Blaenavon where today I have enjoyed a steady 30 mile circuit down the Clydach Gorge, along the canal to Pontypool and then back along the old B&P railway. The pub did a good curry last night and is now gearing up for the Halloween trains to arrive whilst I move on tomorrow, possibly for some more digging and then a brief farm sit at Lower Chapel.

My onward plans include a multi day mid Wales ride visiting various bothies and a volunteering weekend for the Elenydd Hostels folks before returning north for our annual fortnight in Langdale.

Beyond that I have plans to head away south before Christmas - watch this space for the intended itinerary....

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Bothies, Bicycles and Follies

Our week at Brecon saw a mixed bag weather wise leading us to head over to Merthyr Tydfil on a particularly miserable day to experience the retail experience that is Trago Mills. The huge store allowed us to buy a few bits for a project on the van and midweek I went to badminton whilst Mandy enjoyed the cinema.

 

We set off on a fine day for a ride round the back lanes of Cray and Trecastle but recent hedge cutting saw me get two punctures in half a mile so we repaired to the Castle Coaching Inn for an excellent lunch instead. I then tackled the project to remove one of the van's high top blinds which had become unusable, fill in the window with insulation and then carpet the interior to disguise the leak stained original finish, add two storage pods and then various Velcro strips to allow phones etc to be charged there as well as tidying up the 12v wiring and USB outlets.

 

Jan and Ian joined us in the Shoemakers on the Friday for a very sociable evening and we were away via the military ranges and Tirabad early on the Saturday morning. Our destination was the MWMAC training centre at Newbridge on Wye where a dozen MBA volunteers undertook a First Aid Training Course led by the dynamic Daz who ensured we were up to scratch on a variety of topics. We all stopped in Rhayader for fish and chips before heading through the Elan Valley and Cwmystwyth to Nant Syddion bothy in the forests behind 'The Arch' for the MBA Wales Area Autumn gathering. We of course tucked away in the woods in the van but joined the others for an evening of catching up in front of a warm stove. Sunday morning saw our meeting concluded in a little over two hours after which some of those with long journeys headed off whilst a few of us remained to carry out minor repairs including relaying the top steps on the access path that were something of a hazard.

We left late afternoon and called in to Nant Rhys bothy where all was well and then had a cosy night down at Sue Pope's site at Llangurrig as the temperatures dropped. She was delighted to receive the all clear on the TB front for her cattle just as we departed on the Monday to get laundry done in Rhayader. Whilst there we called at one bike shop for spare tubes and patches as a forecast of fine weather had tempted us to ride the 190 mile Shropshire Cycle Way over 4 days. We also checked out a newer bike shop just along the road and spotted a rather nice Merida 29'' wheel carbon fibre hard tail for sale second hand. At only a grand I decided to try it out and immediately decided this would be the perfect replacement for the bike stolen in Spain. It felt very well put together, was already set up as tubeless and sported Deore XT components and a decent set of Rock Shox forks. We nipped back for the washing whilst Neil gave it a final check over and were pleasantly surprised at how easily the bike rack took on another steed.

 

 

En route to my brother's at Bishop's Castle we called in to Montgomery for a look round Bunners the remarkable hardware shop, lunch in the hotel and then turned up at Mark's - unfortunately they had left for a holiday in Spain but were happy for us to leave the van there whilst we were on our tour. I swopped the SPD pedals from my Decathlon bike and tweaked the new Merida before we walked in to the small town where Mum had enjoyed her last couple of years in one of The Wintles eco homes. We had a quick catch up with a former neighbour and then returned to the van to pack a few belongings and enter our route on my recent SatMap Ebay purchase. Tuesday morning was grey and wet but by lunchtime, as forecast, things were brightening up and we set off out of BC to pick up the route proper near Churchstoke. Quiet but watery lanes took us across to Oswestry after 44 miles with the black and white timbered church at Melverley being a highlight.

 

The rural nature of the route and delayed start meant that we arrived at the plush Wynnasty Hotel in need of sustenance so booked a table for dinner, enjoyed hot baths in the very well presented room amd then dined well in the stylish surroundings of the new dining room whilst our bikes were securely stored in the old one. 

 

After a good night's sleep and a full breakfast we headed across flatter terrain towards Ellesmere and Whitchurch with coffee overlooking the Mere and some lovely quiet lanes south to Market Drayton where grabbing lunch proved amusingly tricky. In the end we settled for a jacket potato in a pub but I felt a bit queasy so couldn't finish it or my cider shandy - quelle horreur.

 

A few more miles south towards Newport brought us to the Swan Hotel at Forton where another very comfortable room, secure bike storage and good food revived us after 55 miles. Newport led on to the more urban sprawl of Telford after which we were in the old favourites of Ironbridge and Coalbrookdale before following the Severn down to Bridgnorth. Heading south again we arrived at Hampton Loade station on the Severn Valley Railway in time to see a few of their diesel locomotives taking part in the Diesel Derby. As always the staff seemed to be enjoying their work and as on the cycle path, hostel and bothy volunteering fronts I felt many people would benefit hugely in getting out and contributing to these undertakings.

 

Climbing out of the valley reminded us that our final day would be amongst the Shropshire hills but quiet lanes with a couple of fords, stunning views and some superb country properties took our minds off the gradients and we had a long and restful final descent in to Cleobury Mortimer where the Talbot Hotel allowed us to store the bikes in their dining room. We decided to eat out for a change and enjoyed an excellent Indian just across the road at The Spice Empire - to be commended for its excellent food and friendly staff.

The final day's 50 odd miles brought our total to 204 with a much needed coffee stop late in the day before the final hills around Clun returned us to Bishop's Castle in time for an evening meal at The Castle Hotel to celebrate our third memorable UK cycle route of the year - this I felt merited a large and succulent steak before we collapsed in the cosy van. My new wheels had performed faultlessly and as ever Mandy had shown remarkable strength and determination on what were long demanding days. With a day of rest planned we walked in to town for a breakfast before heading out to the remarkable Hawkestone Follies north of Shrewsbury stopping on the way at Salop Leisure to inspect some of their display vans. I was concerned at the flimsiness and poor finish of even new vans and we didn't see any variation on layout that we felt out performed ours. With new prices now nudging £80k plus I hope to keep our 22 year old bus on the road as it has met our needs for years now.

The Follies were well worth a visit with the White Tower and Monument set in mature woodlands. We were able to ascend the latter for views over most of our cycling route and then enjoyed the numerous gorges, chasms and caves spread out across a sandstone ridge. In one grotto a themed wedding had taken place which would have been very different and the walk back along the Reynard path included numerous sandstone features and outcrops.....8 miles in total, so much for a rest day!

 

 

Two steady hours over to and around Derby brought us to the quiet site at Dethick where on the Sunday we caught up with Pete and Nina just back from their Scandinavian trip over breakfast in a local garden centre. They have a good set up for their RV and camper with a huge barn alongside and all services available and a recently acquired runabout will give them some practical transport for local use.

Thus we finally returned to Sheffield after a busy few weeks where all was well and have today had both vehicles successfully MOT'd. I'd elected to have a lower wishbone ball joint done as the opposite side had been replaced two years ago and problems in that area in the old van had caused fun and games in Morocco ten years ago. I also had the gear linkages and bushes etc overhauled as after 22 years they were a bit slack - what a difference. Two drop links were all that were required for another year on the road and I arranged with Maddy at the ever reliable Autohaus Dolby for an oil and filter change plus auxillary belt in early December before my planned long haul south through France, Italy, Tunisia, back to Italy, over to Greece and on to Turkey and possibly beyond.

In the short term I return to Somerset and South and Mid Wales for other adventures with plenty of free time to research the winter trip - reports on this in due course.

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Cycle Paths in Somerset, Bolt bashing in Brecon and Wildernesses in Wales.

 The unsatisfactory first effort at refurbishing the van roof was much improved by sanding everything back and adding another coat with fresh rollers that still fell apart all too soon as the paint thickened.

 

Thus I left Lower Chapel heading for Priddy on Mendip but stopped en route in the Clydach Gorge to explore the two railway tunnels seen previously.

The field at Priddy was empty as usual and I spent a couple of superb days enjoying some warm sunshine and experimenting with the rigging up of a basic awning for future hot spells.

John the hedgehog rescuer came up from Crediton for the day on his Royal Enfield and met Mark who used to live on site but now has a house in Wells - we discussed the forthcoming volunteering week over at Shepton Mallett - and later I rode over to the Priddy campsite for a few items from the shop which is also used by the village.

Unfortunately on a ride the following day I got caught out by torrential rain which drenched me and even infiltrated my original and 7 years old SatMap rendering it kaput. A quick look on Ebay saw two second hand units available so I placed bids of £150 having recently bought a second unit with the platinum GB card for £340.

Friday saw me packing up and doing a quick shop before heading over to Shepton Mallett where I was planning to join a week's work party helping create part of the Somerset Circle Bike Route. The Greenways and Cycleroutes Charity is building on and adding to the remarkable work achieved by Sustrans in creating the National Cycle Route and indeed the driving force behind much of Sustrans early work is now a hugely motivating and inspiring giant with this new body. John Grimshaw has a wealth of experience in the construction and engineering professions which he applies to these ambitious projects with the enthusiasm and energy of someone half his age.

 

Following the excellent pre arrival instructions I pulled in to Rock Farm and was directed down to the old limestone quarry by Gavin who had generously made his home available for the volunteers to use as a base camp. Passing a remarkable collection of old Land Rovers and other vehicles I parked near to the large marquee that would be our mess tent with a venerable campervan supplementing a camp kitchen in an old railway goods waggon. I met Chris, Claire and Wendy who were on catering duty, a variety of other volunteers and then Caroline Levett who is another dynamic force behind Greenways.

We were given an overview of the plans for the week with work centred on two external sites and Gavin's sheds and workspaces given over to the construction of shuttering for reinforced concrete structures, wooden benches for seating at the cemetery, preparation of over 100 steel sections for the planned pergola and a multitude of other tasks. The following is an article written to thank all those involved and summarises what was most definitely......

An Unforgettable Week

 

When a friend from my caving days suggested the prospect of joining a volunteer week on a cycle path building project in Somerset I thought it would be worth turning up to see what’s what and contacted Caroline from the Greenways and Cycleroutes Charity.

Her prompt reply with meticulous details of the work proposed, accommodation and catering arrangements should have given me an inkling of what lay ahead and I arrived at ‘base camp’ in Shepton Mallett full of anticipation.

The old quarry at Gavin’s remarkable property provided flat ground for a number of tents, camper vans and the all-important catering tent complete with large camp kitchen augmented by Chris and Claire’s venerable camper van. Portaloos and a shower were available plus a variety of working environments including an articulated trailer body and across at the farm a range of sheds and open spaces which over the next week would see various teams of skilled and enthusiastic volunteers construct reinforced concrete abutments for a proposed bridge replacement, create sturdy benches from timbers repurposed from a Dutch harbour, assemble gabion cages for filling at both sites and cut and drill the steel bars and tubes for a planned pergola that would form part of a link up to the cycle path for locals.

Thus my first couple of days were spent preparing the metalwork for Charlotte the welder to assemble with the working days followed by excellent meals created and served by Chris, Claire and the ever reliable Wendy who regularly shot off on her bike to deliver snacks, hot drinks and sandwiches to the two off site teams.

Socialising in the marquee at the end of a long day created a host of memories and new friendships and I became deeply impressed by the commitment and goodwill offered to this and other allied projects around the country from a cohort of people from all walks of life with many years of experience across a wide range of careers and hobbies.

John amused us with his bicycle based steam locomotive complete with sound track, Charles’ cargo ebike looked fit to transport all materials for future projects, David sported a new bandage most days and in the background Caroline was constantly orchestrating a hundred and one tasks to keep the project running from her lair: cunningly disguised as a shepherd’s hut

Once the steels were ready I transferred my energies to the cemetery site where mindful of the sensitivities of the location a team were creating a new pathway around the perimeter using the gabions for support and adding hand crafted wooden benches and steel planters to enhance the already peaceful surroundings. Malcolm’s skill on the digger supplemented the physically demanding work by numerous folk who barrowed stone for the gabions and new walls up a slope that after the regular sharp showers became ever more arduous. Each evening tired, muddy but happy workers returned to base camp for yet more exceptional catering and the donated cider before retiring to tents for well-earned rests. As the wet weather moved away temperatures dropped and frosty mornings were followed by drier working conditions.

Various contacts from the local and national bodies behind schemes such as this from across the country joined us midweek to actually get hands on and one evening enjoy a retrospective slide show given by the true giant behind this and many other projects – John Grimshaw.

As the final profile of the path was reached we were able to install the complex but meticulously measured pergola and stainless steel wires that will one day create a green tunnel for the cyclists thus preserving the privacy of cemetery visitors who will also benefit from five new benches. Visitors were greeted respectfully and encouraged to comment on our work and our efforts seemed to be very much appreciated.

The last work day saw the path finished, the boxes planted up by Lucy, Jane and Debbie whilst the two Petes, David, Tim, Jane and others trued up the steel work before a final tidy up of the site leaving just a stone wall to be finished by Geoff before a final curved bench is installed.

Gavin employed a number of his remarkable collection of vehicles, machines and trailers to supply tools, equipment and materials to the various sites whilst juggling family and working life and kindly donated firewood for the evenings which took the edge off the chill and displaced the midges

People began to head home after a hard week, those heading to York and Cumbria having long journeys and those who had cycled over from Wellington, the Forest of Dean and elsewhere looking to exercise a different set of muscles whilst the final group broke camp on the Sunday.

I departed after a truly memorable week and would just like to record my thanks to all those involved for providing such a rewarding (and exhausting) experience and would encourage anyone to get involved in future stages of this remarkable effort. I only visited the bridge site today so will have missed out much of that team’s efforts but their turn will come in mid-October when a new overbridge is installed on the preparatory work they have undertaken.

I returned to Priddy on the Sunday and passing the Hunters decided to pitch up and cycle back for two very enjoyable pints of farmhouse cider and quite possibly a ham and mushroom pasta dish that set me up well for a doze in the afternoon, unfortunately I missed the deadline for the first Ebay auction!

Monday was spent easing aching bones, pulled muscles and blistered hands before on Tuesday with the van cleaned and the domestics serviced I headed in to Bristol to get some new trainers from GoOutdoors and drop a spare MTB tyre in to Dale who had been kind enough to help us out on the Saturday. He gave me a quick tour of the printers he works at - a remarkable array of highly sophisticated machines and equipment were churning out 2025 calendars, posters, leaflets and books.

I took my spare alternator in for testing to an auto-electricians that I had last used almost 40 years ago whilst living nearby and was told contrary to the opinion of a place in Sheffield that it was in perfect working order leading me to suspect that that place had planned to rip me off with a non existent rebuild....Finally I called at Machine Mart for their largest breaker bar and a replacement 19mm socket as I had sheared one in the quarry whilst trying to free off the rear NS wheel bolts that had defeated a garage in Ireland.

As planned I collected Mandy on time from Bristol Parkway and we stopped briefly at Aust services to walk the bridge before arriving in Lower Chapel where Jan produced a good pork supper and we refreshed our knowledge of the various animal routines. A short break near Abergavenny had secured the second Ebay SatMap for £140 including the all GB 1:50,000 SD card : happy days.

I later discovered we had picked up a nail so I took the tyre back in to Brecon where ATS fitted one of the set of five due to be fitted next week rather than repair a puncture. Penylan's water supply had been off since arrival so we filled up at the Morrison's garage - thanks guys - and then returned to see Jan and Ian off on their trip to Devon. A quick whizz out to Sennybridge garage to get my post work party laundry done gave me a chance to get acquainted with Ian's luxurious and powerful Range Rover before I set to on releasing the wheel bolts that had been a nagging worry for the last few weeks. I'd borrowed a powerful blow torch from Crad and this plus the new bar eventually saw the first of five bolts give way. None had rusty threads as I had greased them all on reassembly a year ago following my annual strip down so I can only assume the shoulders had become tight on the steel rims. Much relieved I then removed all four wheels, checked the pad wear and condition of the calipers and reassembled everything having meticulously cleaned all 20 threads and torqued up the bolts.

I'd used the quarry facilities to cut and drill a replacement steel support bar for the waste tank after that had taken a knock in Ireland so fitted it and then gave the van interior a good clean and sorted out all my tools and equipment following the work party. Finally I used the hand held steam cleaner to refresh the cooker, sink, bathroom, blinds and other surfaces of the van before turning my attention to the engine bay.

On the Friday we nipped over to Crad and Dawn's to get instructions re their chickens and horses before a birthday meal in the Shoemakers and a return to LC during a dramatic thunderstorm.

We were up and away early yesterday for the stunning drive over the Epynnt to Garth, past Beulah and up to Abergwesyn and then over the Devil's Staircase to Tregaron with the van performing well on the steep and twisting roads. Our purpose was to attend the AGM of the Elenydd Wilderness Hostels who have run two former YHA simple hostels for the last couple of decades. Y Talbot Inn provided a comfortable function room for the meeting which also involved members attending by Zoom and we enjoyed learning more about the history, work and issues affecting the charity. Many of their concerns echo those of the Mountain Bothies Association with the ever increasing burden of regulations suited to urban housing being imposed on simple shelters - Fire Regs, Building Control, H&S, Waste Management, Safeguarding and the like all making the work of volunteers and trustees so much harder and removing the simplicity of life that so many visitors to these alternative shelters seek, if only temporarily.

After the meeting we all relocated to one of the hostels - Dolgoch - for a buffet lunch and a chance to have a good look round. I committed to returning in November for a work party weekend but will be unlikely to volunteer as a warden any time soon as their training sessions take place in April when I am usually away.

The return to Sennybridge to check on the animals took us round the superb Llyn Brianne reservoir with Mandy taking the wheel on a mystical evening. All was well at both farms and we have returned to the Sennybridge location for the week with a mixed forecast but plenty of things to do round and about.

 That's it for now...

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Busy Back in The UK.......

Dawn disembarkation at Holyhead was fast and efficient with no customs or border controls so after a speedy run across North Wales, around Manchester and over the slinky Snake Pass I was back in Sheffield for a late breakfast and soon had the van contents unloaded and swapped around. We collected two exchange 3.9kg Calor cylinders, had a spare alternator tested and I made use of the hand held steam cleaner to attack grease and grime around the van's interior that has accumulated over the last 9 months or so. We joined friends for an excellent curry before heading south via the Midlands to arrive at friends in Sennybridge for a good meal at the locally owned Shoemakers with the delightful company of their young grandchild.

A day in Brecon coincided with the colourful Pride march and acccompanying festival  before we pitched up at Lower Chapel for a couple of days with Jan and Ian. As always the farm looked stunning and we took our favourite perch by the Nissen hut and shared excellent pizzas from the Proper Pizza Company in Brecon whilst catching up with their news.

Sunday saw three of us ride across to the craft centre at the old Erwood Station for refreshments accompanied by a local band and on the Monday Mandy and I cycled to Talybont along the canal and then climbed over the Beacons to Merthyr Tydfil, via the Brecon Mountain Railway station cafe at Pontsticill, where I dealt with some finances at the Nationwide branch. We then retraced our steps along the Taff Trail to the station before turning off past the old Neuadd reservoirs and beginning the long ascent of the Gap Road on the hottest day of the year so far. It was slightly cooler with a breeze as we reached the high point and sat down to enjoy the remarkable views north down to Brecon. Mandy did amazingly well as mountain biking isn't really her thing and we were grateful for the loan of Jan's full sus bike to make things slightly easier. The fast descent in to Brecon followed St Mary's lane which was often a thrilling finish for entrants to our much missed Brecon Beast event.

 

We stayed on at Pen y Lan on the Tuesday as the fine weather had allowed hay to be cut and baled and soon had the 40 or so bales stored safely in the barn - Jan had left to see family in Switzerland so was relieved that we were able to pitch in. Thus we drove steadily over to Watchett in North Somerset and found a good space in the town centre car park for the night right alongside the West Somerset Railway arriving in time to enjoy another excellent Indian meal at the Spice Merchant

 

 

A section of collapsed cliff meant that the direct lane to Blue Anchor was closed to cars but we were able to cycle over to Dunster after enjoying the local craft and produce market on the harbour front. We met Greg and Alex at the Luttrell Arms in Dunster, catching up over lunch on their news in the shaded gardens. Back at Watchett we enjoyed an evening pint as a local group performed on the harbour front, had another quiet night and then looked round the art collective before heading to Bridgwater. The pub on the marina was happy for us to leave the van there after eating whilst we cycled along the canal to Taunton for much needed refreshments at a stylish wine bar. By mid evening we were parked up at a favourite place in Priddy high on the Mendip Hills with just a few long termers and a summer archaeology party staying on the well kept field.

 

Friday was a rest day apart from a short ride in to Priddy for some shopping and we prepared the bikes for our planned ride covering the Avon Cycleway. Thus on a sunny Saturday morning we dropped down to Chew Lake to pick up this 80 mile route that took us through back lanes to Saltford, alongside the Avon Valley Railway to the eastern edges of Bristol and then north to Wickwar. The 4 star Devere hotel at Tortworth allowed us to secure the bikes in the gatehouse to what was originally a spectacular country mansion and suggested we took a quieter room at the back away from an ongoing wedding. It was smart, well presented and had good facilities to ease our legs after 50 or so miles after which we ate well in the Atrium restaurant and then watched the wedding fireworks on a perfect evening. 

 Following a substantial breakfast we went to retrieve the bikes but the lad couldn't open the door so maintenance were called out - with the Leyhill open prison right next door I guess there were other options....Dropping back down the hill we were soon back on track and passing through Thornbury to the banks of the River Severn where we turned south, passed under the M4 and then after the rather dismal suburb of Lawrence Weston rode over the Avonmouth Bridge with the river far below and the usual acres and acres of imported vehicles sprawled out around the port. The decline in UK manufacturing is clearly evident and with no doubt many of those vehicles being EVs shipped round from China I again question a policy that increasingly threatens my use and ownership of an economical vehicle made once 22 years ago that facilitates a low power, gas and water  lifestyle.

A hidden road paralleling but beneath the M5 was very enjoyable and led us to the Clevedon Arts Centre for excellent sausage rolls that sustained us over the last few miles. Climbing up Brockley Coombe to Bristol Airport was the least pleasant part of the whole trip as it was a long twisting climb with more than the usual number of idiots racing towards the terminal buildings. Up on the A38 as I indicated right and took up the appropriate position in the filter lane a taxi driver undertook me and then cut right across my path - I'd seen him in my mirror so was able to express my anger in the international sign language understood by all. Quiet lanes back to Chew were followed by the steep climb back to Priddy where the field was empty and we were able to enjoy a relaxing evening after a successful hundred or so miles. 

We then moved over to a friend's drive in Frome after doing laundry in Wells where the coin only antiquated machine jammed up requiring us to summons the reluctant owner. We enjoyed a walk in to the town and ice creams outside the Cheese and Grain. A good forecast set us up for starting the Wiltshire Cycleway which we joined near Longleat - the route passes through the estate and right in front of the main house before heading south towards Shaftesbury passing through idyllic villages with some stunning rural properties and a lovely shop/cafe at Semley where I picked up two bargain T shirts. The Chalke Valley led us to our first night's accommodation at The Queens's Head in Broad Chalke where Theo the manager was happy for us to put the bikes in the very comfortable room. We dined and slept well and had a good breakfast the following morning before setting off to Salisbury where the famous cathedral spire towered above the surrounding countryside.

Heading north we passed through Amesbury and across the rolling Downs which were very different to the previous day before finishing for the day at the Pelican Inn at Froxfield where we had a reasonable room and a good dinner but they weren't offering breakfast. We chatted to a guy in the village restoring an old Morris Minor before reaching Marlborough for a late breakfast in a trendy cafe. The forecast rain arrived but by chance we had a short 26 mile day planned so arrived at the Wiltshire Golf Club near Royal Wooton Bassett who were happy to let us take our room early. There was nowhere to put the bikes so we locked them up under our window and enjoyed a restful afternoon before dinner.The Indian staff were all lovely but obviously worked long hours and reappeared at breakfast time with the same sunny outlook. Malmesbury charmed us with its Abbey and associated tea room and we bought some good deli food from two stalls outside that was enjoyed later before we reached Bradford on Avon. The picturesque town is at a busy junction of roads and has the Kennett and Avon passing through but we were soon on our last leg back to Frome after 180 miles of riding. By chance Pete arrived soon after following an unsuccessful trip up north to get his van fridge fixed by WildAx and later we all moved on to Priddy once more for the weekend. We had called at Cheddar to do more laundry and were surprised at the car cruising scene that occupied the Gorge as we passed by - quite intimidating.

Dale arrived on the Saturday morning and we drove over for a walk up to Crook's Peak in hot and humid conditions - lunch in the breeze near the summit with panoramic views was followed by a beer down at the Webbington Hotel and later that evening Bill and Sue joined us in the Hunters for a beer and their excellent no nonsense food. Sunday saw three of us doing a loop out across the Mendips, dropping down to Sandford and following the Strawberry Line up to Yatton and then back and round to Axbridge for another break. The long climb back up to Priddy from Draycott did for us all due to the gradient and heat after which Pete headed for home leaving us to enjoy the sunset and later see a few shooting stars as part of the Perseids display.

Monday was a much needed rest day although we still walked in to Priddy and popped down to Harptree briefly to collect two Calor cylinders off Gumtree for friends in Wales that we delivered the following day to Talybont. An overnight in Brecon was enjoyed followed by calling in at the Welsh Rarebit Centre in the Old School, Defynnog : well worth it, before parking at the Tesco's in Ystradgynlais to start the ride down the Swansea Valley, through the waterside developments and round to the Mumbles. Here a large ferris wheel caught my eye and we were soon high above the pier with excellent views across Swansea Bay and across to North Devon. Excellent fish and chips set us up for the ride back after which we moved on to another old favourite : Kidwelly Quay. We checked out the new aire behind the community hall and found the tap but not the black waste point as it was almost dusk. We joined a couple of other vans at the quiet quay and slept well after another busy day.

 

Kidwelly Castle was even better than anticipated with the impressive gatehouse hiding extensive and very accessible walls and towers beyond. The Sustrans route through to Pembrey kept us traffic free and we emerged on to the westerly end of the beach at low tide enabling us to enjoy the vast and deserted sands as we rode east passing a couple of land yachters and then the skeletal timber remains of the SS Paul shipwreck. Burry Port. Llanelli and Trostre were passed before we reached Loughor and then rode home after a memorable day for a quiet night. One young couple were staying in their car which looked a bit harsh and yet again we were very appreciative of the comforts of our modest van.

 

Leaving Kidwelly we found the other facilities - well done the town council for making vanners feel welcome - and then headed off east with the intention of visiting St Fagans. En route we bought a tarp for my awning project and looked in at a bike shop which seemed only to want to sell us ebikes which are not our thing : yet. There was a queue for SF so we decided to return later in the year, stocked up at a Tesco's and felt sorry for the owner of a car that had been hit by a hit and run driver. 

The Whistle Inn at Blaenavon provides basic camping for £10 a night and whilst the site was busy with families there was plenty of room and after a walk down to the ponds we went over for a pint later in what was a very friendly pub. Sunday saw us ride down the Clydach gorge to join the Brecon and Monmouth Canal with a break at the Goytre Wharf and then on to Pontypool. Here we joined the Sustrans route on the old Blaenafon to Pontypool Railway and reached Blaenavon station in time to see the last steam train of the day and support the cafe. Back at the site the weekenders had left so on a cool evening at 1500' ASL we tucked up to watch a film after another great day's ride.

 

Two nights followed in Brecon with a day out taking us via Llanfilo's beautiful church with mediaeval rood screen over to Talgarth where we bought lunchtime snacks at the deli that is now part of the George family butchers. Brian was there and although it is now 20 years since I was arriving there with pigs and sheep destined for the freezer he recognized me despite the different context. A quiet back road through Pengenffordd crossed the edge of the Black Mountains and dropped us back on the canal at Llangynidr for the return to Brecon.

 

The Hop In was yet again a star venue for an evening with friends before we left for Sheffield the following day dropping the bikes at Lower Chapel en route as I woud be returning that way at the weekend.

A short visit to Sheffield allowed us to sort out the van from previous trips and prepare for future ones as well as see family and friends. We called on Yolande to give her some tips and advice in preparation for her planned trip back to Portugal where she used to live near Gary at Marvao and I collected the bedliner paint for a project on the van roof.

I called on my brother in Bishop's Castle for a long overdue catch up and then stayed a night with Sue Pope at her site near Llangurrig - it was busy with the BH due so she kindly tucked me away in a spare field and dropped by later for a catch up.

Thus yesterday I arrived at Lower Chapel and spent the day removing trim and sanding the van's fibreglass roof as the lacquer and paint was giving way after 22 years. With everything ready I removed the TV aerial so we could get in to Ian's barn and  I began the painting process.

Unfortunately despite following all the instructions to the letter the end result was not nearly as good as I had hoped : the paint didn't mix well and devoured the recommended foam rollers resulting in a poor finish with numerous imperfections. I hope to get different rollers after the BH and improve the finish but either way at least the surface deterioration will be halted.

 

 

Tomorrow will be a day of bike cleaning and servicing as we intend to tackle the Shropshire Ring before long although there are two farm sits and a Sustrans work party week to fit in during September - full reports in due course.

 Pics here as always....