
120km short of the finish line, but the flooded trails and rivers swollen to the point where we crossed the bridge at Soar-y-mynydd wading a swift knee high river made us reconsider our chances of finishing before Saturday evening... I'm starting to wonder if Elenydd hates me

We were really happy to find some dry and warm shelter in bothies. Moel Prysgau was like a second home to us and provided a dry and warm place for me to stitch a sidewall cut in my rear tyre - inner tube exploded 50 meters from the bothy

I'm off to clean the sheep gold of my bike and clothes and be back with some pics later.
Thanks Ian for all your help! :)