Just a quick summary of this year's Christmas ride.
I was at fault for getting myself lost (again) so missed most of the second-half, so please add your observations of seasonal mirth.
Nigel lead us out of Brackla and almost to Neath, ruining a lot of people's rather binary estimates in the clubs "How many miles will Nigel do on the front?" competition.
Good to see such a good turnout, -2C, thick fog and 100 miles, so we now know how to attract more riders.
Little disagreement on the precise route to Pontardawe, but Paul guided us calmly towards our target.
Extremely good weather once we started to get a bit of elevation towards Amanford, not a cloud in the sky and no wind; half-tidy to use the local vernacular.
Black Mountain preponderated over us as we spun up the "boring side" wondering if we'd ever catch the Chasers who'd set off from Neath sometime the previous month.
Everyone congregated for the traditional team photo by the slightly battered sign and not a ShakeDry in sight.
Llandeilo would have loomed like a citadel in the mist, if there had been mist, but none the less we climbed the hill in search of sustenance.
Lovely cafe that Mark B had researched and memorised the name, Dwt [1]. Coffee and cake all round.
Sugar and caffeine ingested we set off immediately for some gentle slopes to settle the stomach before the trundle home.
[1] It was called Diod.
