…is being written about a year later! This has accidentally become somewhat of a tradition. The last day, the arrival day is always just too exciting to then stop and write a blog post about it. I end up doing what we went there for and the journey stops being important, perhaps? So here are my memories of that day almost a year ago (30th Sept 2016)…
Day Five was wet, but fun. The campsite owners description of the route totally under-estimated the climbing; there was a lot more than he said! I learned yesterday that Jonny understood from my ‘complaining’ that I wasn’t enjoying myself. I am finding some the cycling difficult, but that doesn’t mean I am not enjoying myself. I am just expressing the difficulty I am feeling, where Jonny hides that away. So today I am trying not to express any negative thoughts or feelings. This does change the dynamic quite a bit and makes it quite a lonely experience. Jonny enjoyed the quiet, whereas I was suffering in silence, which I am not used to!
We hadn’t planned lunch and hoped to find somewhere to stop, but lunchtime came and went and we didn’t spot anywhere. We reached the top and started what promsied to be a long fast decline into Dollgellau. Not far down the hill we saw signs for the Forest Visitors Centre with a cafe, so we detoured.
Slightly damp and cold, we appreciated the food and warmth of the cafe. We also discovered that the forests were littered with Mountain Bike routes. One of the routes seems to head down the hill in the direction we were headed so rather than go back up to the road we chose to follow the Mountain Bike trail. Fully loaded on our touring bikes this was eventful. We probably took some of the jumps slightly slower than most, but the switch backs were no problem. It was a delightful decent through the forest and before long we were at the end of the estuary.
It was still raining but since our destination was soon within sight that didn’t matter. We were quickly along the old railway line and across the bridge into Barmouth and to our destination. My wife and another freind were meeting us there for a weekend of fun, but they were arriving later in the evening. We had time to shower and have a walk around looking for some entertainment! We found something like entertainment!! The small local theatre had an ‘entertainer’ calling himself ‘The Funny Man’. It was one of those performances that make you slightly embarrased to watch. Obviously a skilled performer, but from a different time; about 100yrs ago. Jonny got volunteered to go up on stage which made it slightly more humourous, but only slightly!
Barmouth was a great host for the weekend, and a great destination.