BaM April 2022.
Be warned, this is a long 'un and only four photos..
My son Mike's coming with me to WRT this year, but hasn't got a suitable bike so I'll lend him one of mine. So far, so good, but he lives in Holyhead, 90+ miles away so to give him a chance to get set up I thought to take it up there and get my April BaM in at the same time. The plan was to get up to Anglesey on the train, bivvy up, then carry on to his and come back on the train. Simple, until the word "train" came in to the calculation.
I bought a ticket for a straight-through journey to Holyhead and that should have been that. But,(you could have guessed there would be a 'but') when the train came in it was just two carriages that were already full even before the forty or so extra passengers wanted to get on. Thankfully the train manager cajoled the passengers standing in the carriage entrance to move up into the aisle and I was able to get myself and the bike on. A loaded fatbike takes up a lot more room than your average commuter. I was hoping that a lot of the passengers would get off at Chester and leave me some room to at least put the bike into the bike-space. Hopes were dashed when, on the approach to the station the manager announces that our train was to terminate at Chester and we would have to transfer to another train to continue on to Holyhead. That too would have been OK-ish except the replacement train was even fuller than the first and it couldn't take all the passengers from
our train let alone the hundred or so new hopefuls. No chance for me and a dirty great bike. We were told that there'd be another train in a little while (over an hour, actually) and I should (might) be able to get on that.
There was nothing I could do except get myself an expensive coffee and a bacon roll and settle down to wait. While I waited one of the platform staff told me that the train I was waiting for still only had two carriages (and there were what seemed like hundreds of passengers still waiting) and it'd be better for me to take an earlier train (of five carriages) that would take me as far as Bangor (Caernarfon) and I could change on to the other train when it came through. Most of those waiting to board would be getting off at the holiday camps at Rhyl/Prestatyn so the train would be less packed. That's what I did. It meant a cold wait of thirty minutes or so on Bangor station, but eventually...
I got off the train at the nearest station to Newborough and made my way to the forest for the bivvy, expecting to get some chips on the way. Hopes were dashed again when I found the only chippy on the way was shut.

Who'd have thought it, a chippy shut on a Friday night! With all the delays, it was getting late and I'd thought I wouldn't need lights so another five miles was too far to go in search of another chippy.
This is dragging on a bit, ain't it?
The bivvy...
Thankfully, I had a pack of instant noodles and a couple of fiery Peperami with me and makings for a cuppa so I didn't have to go to bed on an empty stomach.
View from bed in the morning..
After packing up in the morning, I hoped there'd be a chance of a bacon butty from the van that usually stands in the visitor car park, so down to the beach and along the sand, but no van and no butty.

I did manage to fill my camelback up from the shower stand outside the bogs though.
On the way to the car park...Llandwyn Island...
Pillow lava rocks - a feature on the beach by Llandwyn..
Onward and outward then, via a cafe and an ice cream, to Holyhead to deliver the bike. I cadged a lift to the station for my train home. The train only went as far as Bangor due to works on the line, so we we all had to transfer on to a bus to Rhyl. This called at all the (train) stations on the way, then at Rhyl we transferred back to a train for onward travel.
All in all, it was the worst experience of rail travel that I've had.I'm sure there are many worse tales out there, but hey, it all adds to lifes' rich tapestry.
None-the-less, that's 4/4 for 2022.
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