Day 34
Len
All good things must come to an end, and so we left one of the most beautiful places on earth. We were ready though; our legs had recovered and we were eager to ride. Well not very far, as we are killing time until our ferry to Northern Ireland departs on 5 August.
I had rung around for a camp site further into the island and came across a wonderful chap called Len, basically we could turn up, pretty much whenever, pitch up where we wanted as he most likely wouldn’t be around, no worries.
The ride was stunning, mainly on Sustrans routes, along a tarmac path next to a tidal drain. The bank sides were a mass of reeds and wild flowers, it was blissful. From here we reached a small village, a quick Aldi shop and we carried on through a stunning park on a cycle path. This led us to a reservoir, and beyond. Miles of traffic free cycling. Finally we were on the roads and some hills, nothing too much but a bit of a challenge. We arrived at Len's campsite Cae Ffynnon, popped the tent up and dozed until Len popped by for a natter. Then it was a two minute walk to the excellent local pub, The Ring. We really should have had a Carlsberg but a G and T was calling.
