I am currently on daily hospital visiting duties, and it's all a little complicated, having temporarily misplaced both my free dog sitters, so available time windows to go out riding are very precious indeed.
Yesterday was such a window, and I was already proud of myself when I managed to leave the house and head for the hills; late by my standards at ten o'clock (as I had to sort something out first), which I am not very good with for some reason, mentally that is; and undeterred by a forecast of heavy thunderstorm showers most of the day. Both of these would normally have resulted in me basically talking myself out of my plans, cutting the route shorter and shorter "in case", and then eventually getting frustrated with myself, when I realise at the end of the day that in fact I had plenty of time, and the weather was nowhere near as bad as forecast....

- not today!!!
I headed out from Brecon, up onto the Upper Chapel road to Builth, which, as I may have mentioned before, for some unfathomable reason, I really like.... a gentle gradual long climb just to wake up body and mind. Then eventually the short but steep Cwm Own climb, which I've been enjoying getting to know well enough that, without thinking about it too much, I have found my own best pattern of, switch down gears here, stand up from this manhole to that sign; sit back down again; one more stand up for that last steep bit from that manhole; and then, done! And rewarded with the lovely ride over the top and then nice descent down into Builth, for second breakfast; posh Pecan plaits, one for now with the banana and milkshake; saving the second one and a can of Red Bull for later, when I knew I would need it for the climb up to Gospel Pass from Hay.
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Lork Hereford's Knob coming into view for the first time (he has been mentioned elsewhere here this week

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I then remembered that someone had recommended the garage at Glasbury to me for excellent sandwiches; I had never fancied stopping there as I always thought it looked distinctly uninviting... but I thought I ought to do a recce, and indeed they have excellent fresh sandwiches, cakes, and I think at least some of the time they do fresh takeaway food over a counter, as well as coffee and stuff. I had a smoked salmon, cream cheese and cucumber sandwich, continuing with the posh theme for the day...
Through Hay where Hay Festival was in full swing.
And up towards Gospel Pass, which I have only ever done from the other side, and I was feeling quite nervous about. Made it, just! and honestly only stopped here because the view was so amazing.
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Just stunning up there.
Descending on other side was then an absolute treat, because it's beautiful obviously, downhill, obviously, but also because it has been resurfaced with lovey smooth tarmac, including where the road has been fixed after the little landslide.
Made it to the rather tired looking Nevill Hall Hospital for four o'clock, perfect, after riding through Abergavenny where the steam fayre was also in full swing.
Was a little dubious about leaving my bike, but I went for about the most visible spot I could think of, right at the main entrance, assuming that it really would be extremely cheeky to nab it from there, with CCTV and everything... I had some semblance of civilian clothing with me to slip over the top of my cycling clothes, but I'm still undecided who smelt worse, me or the patients....
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During the hour there, I got cold, the clouds gathered, and as I emerged into a shower, my enthusiasm for the last leg home was disappearing fast...
So I left my spare layers on, and had my emergency flap jack, just for comfort...
Predictably, five minutes later I had to stop again, as the sun was back out, and I was way too hot!
Fine spirits returned, and I made it home after a grand day out - lovely stuff
