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Matt Houlbrook: mobile historian; beard growing, head shaving; occasional cycling.

The Welsh Ride Thing (2013 edition)

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Welsh Ride Thing 2013: the year the rain forgot

After two years of battling torrential rain and howling winds Adam and I returned to mid-Wales for the 2013 edition of the Welsh Ride Thing for a bit of a surprise: a long weekend bikepacking and bivvying under blue skies and sun. The WRT has very quickly became one of the highlights of my cycling year, but in previous incarnations the fun on offer has been very much of the type two kind. Adjusting to some genuine honest-to-goodness type one fun took a fair bit of doing, but to be honest I think I could get used to it: epic riding in proper mountains in these conditions really does take some beating.

Compared to previous years we were a few riding companions down: Roger picked the wrong year to be too busy with his school work; Dave still bears the scars of last year’s hypothermia; Mark was off playing with the proper fast boys on the Highland 400 trail race. What we lacked in numbers we made up for in facial hair though. After learning the hard way what can go wrong when you don’t spend enough time planning (vanishing bridleways and hours of bog-trotting) Adam and I became even more obsessive than usual about routes–checking and re-checking on the OS map and Google Earth to before deciding exactly where we were heading. The result was probably the best route we’ve put together: a long loop that took us straight south towards Teifi Lakes before swinging back west and north in a big arc through Aberystwyth and back to Pennant. As well as some great technical singletrack north of Nant-y-Arian it also took in some fantastic forest tracks that allowed us to make good progress through big hills. In the past couple of years we’ve aimed to do pretty much the same distance each day. This time we made a conscious decision to push a bit harder and cover most of the distance on Saturday and Sunday. It was worth it: waking up at 5.30 with just a forest road roll down to the farm was a good moment.

Some highlights:

It’s the people that make the Welsh Ride Thing the fantastic event that it is: thanks to Stuart and Dee for all their hard work in organising things and for the most amazing spread of cakes I’ve ever seen in one place. In the past couple of years Adam and I have been so late getting back to the farm on the Monday that we’ve missed out on the full glory of the buffet. Pushing on to make sure we returned before 8.30 really was worth it. Thanks also to all the other riders that we saw at the start and finish and out on the trail: plenty of familiar and friendly faces to compare routes and share bikepacking geekery with.

Some great moments of trail magic and random acts of generosity from strangers. At the end of the first day we rolled down to the Yarra Gallery and shop in Pont-Rhyd-Groes to find that it had just closed: the lady owner who heard my shout of despair came out to open up again and sell us the coke and water that we really needed at that point. The following morning we stopped off at Strata Florida just to check out some nice Cistercian ruins. Although it was an hour before opening time, Julie from English Heritage opened up the visitor centre early, made us a great cup of coffee and kept us entertained with stories of Red Kites and Damien Lewis (he rides in the area apparently). She also offered to let us go round the site for free but the open road was calling.

I’m not sure if we got lucky with the weather and trail conditions or we reaped the benefits of good planning, but the riding this year was fantastic. Whether it was struggling with a loaded bike down technical slate singletrack or cruising along the high level forest roads and access tracks it was just bloody good fun to be out on the bike.

Adam and I have been riding together for so long that we don’t really need to talk a huge amount. Actually: to be honest we often don’t need to talk at all. It was great to be out in the hills with him for a proper weekend away before I move to Birmingham later this year though.

Some lowlights:

Not so many. The moment that my rear mech decided to commit suicide by jumping into my rear wheel 61 miles into day two as I crawled up the road towards the Vaughan Thomas memorial just at precisely the point that the weather turned cold was something I could have done without. On the plus side we managed to bodge a singlespeed conversion quickly enough; on the downside riding a fully loaded bike that evening and the following morning (even if it was only for 6 miles mostly downhill) made my realise very quickly that I’m no Mark Goldie.

I would have liked more vinegar on my fish and chips. That’s just personal preference though. I wouldn’t hold it against anyone.

Slightly ironic this one: I got sunburnt. Just before we left my sister-in-law asked if I was going to take any sun cream: three days later I’m regretting laughing at her.

Some kit thoughts:

Plus points: leg warmers rather than merino base layer / Gore waterproof shorts / Terra Nova flysheet + bivvy bag

Minus points: must resist the urge to buy quite as many dried meals next year. They need too much water to be worth it on a trip like this. Breakfast flapjacks are the future.

Facts and figures:

Day 1: Pennant to Teifi Lakes

43.84 miles

4.49.08 hours on the move

6831 feet of climbing

Day 2: Teifi Lakes to Glaslyn

62.83 miles

7.46.34 hours on the move

8391 feet of climbing

Day 3: Glaslyn to Pennant

5.96 miles

43.41 minutes on the move

541 feet of climbing

And a few photos…

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Obligatory bike photo: weighing in at 45 pounds bang on this year.

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Obligatory man-in-pink-Lampre-jersey photo

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Mascot and traveling companion: Eamon de Valera Monkey well stocked for the road trip.

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Bivvy spot for the first night: overlooking Teifi Lakes

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The view we woke up to: looking down on Teifi Lakes

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Strata Florida Abbey: scene of our second instance of trail magic when the lovely English Heritage lady opened up an hour early to make us coffee and entertain us with stories of Red Kites and Damien Lewis.

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War memorial in Pontrhydfendigaid: this is going in the next but one book (it’s exciting and interesting: I can bore on about why on request).

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Adam calls home: a bench with a view in Aberystwyth

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Oh I do like to be beside the seaside

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Refuelling for the journey: apparently part of this pasty made a reappearance on the bastard climb out of Aber

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A view to admire…

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There was a hell of a lot of this: heading off down the Syfdrin Trail

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Is this where the rear mech is supposed to go? Problems and bodges 61 miles into day two.

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Bivvy spot for day two

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Bivvy spot for day two: colder / bleaker / windier but still bloody stunning

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Looking out over Glaslyn: the view from camp

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This is why we ride: dark clouds and sun rising early on Monday morning

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Setting off down to Pennant

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No… I still can’t spot anything wrong here.

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Returning to ‘civilisation’: an hour and a half on the M40 / A34

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The object of my delusional fantasies as I trudged up the hill to the Vaughan Thomas memorial late on Sunday evening.

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12 comments on “The Welsh Ride Thing (2013 edition)

  1. John Horner
    May 28, 2013

    I remember seeing that pink jersey at the bottom of the chute where we were bivvied up, fair play for descending and then climbing all the way back up to Llyn Glaslyn

  2. The Trickster Prince
    May 29, 2013

    An hour after we saw you it wasn’t feeling like the cleverest idea we’ve ever had!

  3. dexey
    May 29, 2013

    OK, I’m going to have to ask: what is special about that war memorial?
    Have you seen the one at Chirk – lovely bas relief figure on one side and quote from Revelations?

  4. The Trickster Prince
    May 29, 2013

    I was hoping someone would ask!

    Usually the names on Great War memorials are listed alphabetically. Sometimes they mark those who were decorated in action but for the most part it’s all about marking the equality of sacrifice regardless of the men’s class or social background. This one is unusual in that it gives addresses for everyone: James Davies of Talwrnbont or Charles James of 1 Poplar Terrace. I’ve only ever seen this in mid and north Wales: the memorial in Penmachno is similar. It could be just a way of distinguishing between any number of guys called Griffiths or Jones, but I think it’s more to do with how all all of the dead are part of very intimate local communities. Giving their address places them within the village–it gives us a sense of how the dead weren’t anonymous strangers but people you had worked with or talk to everyday.

    That Chirk memorial is fantastic isn’t it?! The figure is really striking… I used to drive past that on my way to ride in the Berwyns when I lived Liverpool.

  5. dexey
    May 29, 2013

    Thanks for sharing that, very interesting.
    I’ve noticed in the small villages of S. Shropshire the memorials seem more personal. I think it is because they have less names on and are often in the walls of small chapels or memorial halls.
    My war dead ancestors are on city memorials of huge size and an uncle is on the vast Naval War Memorial at Chatham. Left my father’s ashes there a couple of years ago so he’d rest near his brother’s name. Looked at burying him at sea over his brother’s ship but it was way too expensive and I didn’t want to take the chance of our boat sinking and all of us ending up at the same spot. :0)

    Enjoy Brum Uni. I was wandering in the Barber Institute today.

  6. The Trickster Prince
    May 29, 2013

    Ah that’s really interesting: do you get the same thing with addresses? The memorial plaques inside churches often seem to get overlooked for some reason…

    Moving to Birmingham in September: can’t wait for a change of scene!

  7. dexey
    May 29, 2013

    I’ve never noticed full addresses but the people would be well known in the local community, especially if chapel goers, I would think.

  8. dexey
    June 1, 2013

    Passed through Llangunllo, Powys yesterday and the war memorial, seven names WW1 and one name WW2, has rank and address listed. Two of the addresses are just ‘The Village’.
    If it is of interest I can email a photo.

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