Tapping the side of the fuel tank with a hopeful finger I estimated 8 miles left. My surroundings showing nature at its best, green and lush underfoot and the promise of blue above. It was a shame I'd probably walking soon.
I'd made a prompt (read: lazy) start after breakfast at Abbey Farm camp site, (can't recommend this place highly enough, the staff were superb.) ..and set off along the TET heading west.
It wasn't long before the roads turned to trails and you concern yourself with dodging livestock rather than cars.
Theres plenty of off road sections in the north west corner Wales and with it comes the gates! (Millions of them, honest!) On the occasion below I'd managed to back my bike into a ditch attempting to open one. The only thing preventing the bike toppling backwards was that I'd accidentally hooked the gate under the handlebars as I fell into water. (Wally!)
You can see my fuel level above, it was already low and just few miles later and I was searching for petrol. Three passing enduro riders helpfully pointed me to the nearest station, which was closed when I arrived. Without enough fuel to get to the next one I knocked on a house door closest to the station in the hope they owned it. They didn't, but as luck would have it, they were bikers and gave me fuel from a spare tank for the lawn mower!! Boom! I was off again.
Jason caught up with me at lunch after a massive drive and a ride for his home in South. Bringing with him the warmer weather and jovial tales, the intercoms chattered with banter as we travelled onwards.
The photos you see here are from the area surrounding Barmouth, which became our home for the evening. It's self-evident why we chose to stop. Why would you carry on??
Below, the gnarliest section of the afternoon ride had the pair of us panting down the microphones like exhausted dogs. It was one of those 'shall we just do this last section?' moments, that Jason took pleasure in lamenting me for.
We pulled up into this beautiful seaside town in the setting sun and sat at a pub to scan for accommodation. Fortuitously, a B&B named Aber, was across from the pub and the hosts were in the garden. Exchanging pleasantries we became thier guests for the evening enjoying the warm hospitality. The house is massively impressive and is another recommendation should you find yourself in Barmouth.
Today's progress. Forgive the crude image editing, but started at the north dot and ended at the south
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