Our industrial north has provided us with plenty of canals which are great to follow by bike. A flat ride with a variety of vessels to watch.
We trended westwards and crossed the border into Wales. Our first stop was at the very impressive World Heritage Site of the Pontcysyllte aqueduct. 307m long and 38m high.
We spent our first night in Wales in Llangollen where we had some serious route planning to do for the next few days. There was a brief discussion of how easy it would be to catch a ferry to Ireland to truly complete our UK tour. That idea was put to one side and I pondered on the possibility of reaching the Welsh coast within our time frame. The Badger’s eyebrows were raised at this suggestion so I realised that route maybe a bit ambitious so we agreed on his route taking in the Welsh hills. Within a few kilometres of leaving Llangollen we soon realised that Badge had surpassed me in challenging route choice…
The struggle up the 20% hill out of Llangollen was tough but the view at the top was beautiful.
The Welsh ‘hills’.
Getting to grips with another new language.
In search of dragons…
We found a great camping spot behind the Llanfyllin Victorian Workhouse which is being renovated into a community building.
Our Welsh visas were short, they were suspicious of Badge’s hairy looks, so we returned to England and the beauty of the Shropshire hills.
The Youth Hostel at Clun is in a converted water mill and has the most perfect lawn for camping on.
Not a bad view either.
Another county pedalled through and soon we were in Herefordshire. We were beginning to see much more thatch and cider. The hills became more rounded and friendlier for cycling.
We hugged the border and our final night in the hinterland was spent in the Wye Valley. Another lovely grassy camping spot attached to a Youth Hostel. Perfect for a snooze.
We are within llama spitting distance of the South West. We can almost smell the cream teas and pasties of home.