Lost in (a familiar) space.

Tuesday 21st June.

Cycled from Hawarden to Mold then headed for Ruthin but ended up in....Mold. Big fat two hour circle.

Set off at half nine, following a lovely eve with the Family-B, great chinwag with Mrs B and half a bottle o wine.

Anyway. Tues am the weather was grand, bike was ready and raring and I was dressed... best I can say for myself. I'd had a couple of late nights, had some booze (I am a light weight) and had sore knees. Set off though, with my Cyclestreets map directions clutched in my grubby mitt.

Cyclestreets are an online mapping service for cyclists. They give you a choice of three routes, busy, less busy and quiet (red, amber, green), will plan any journey in the UK and have a great logo.

I left Mrs B's. Oh, what a sap I was that morning. The wind was against me, my legs didn't want to work. Everything felt heavy: me, bike, panniers. I was pathetic!

In a nutshell (I won't draw it out) Cyclestreets sent me on a back road route around Mold towards Ruthin. I went down some very pretty, quiet areas which I had never seen before. Places I'd never been to in my life, despite the fact its only about 15 miles from where I grew up!

Following Cyclestreets, I got to the top of a hill outside Mold when the rain and mist descended. Couldn't see a thing, but I carried on following the directions. Two hours later I found myself in.....Mold.

Quite exasperating. Hmm.

No punctures though!

Not really had much time over the last couple of days to write blog, been catching up with family and friends. Hopefully will get more down this week. In the meantime, post Isle of Man visit I have added a link to a great song about motorcycles.

Enjoy!

Motorcycle song - Arlo Guthrie