Amazing what Ibuprofen can do......we stood on the banks of Lyn Tegid on Sunday morning and looked at the perfect conditions. All we had to do was get a one-armed swimmer, her mother and a kayak across the railway line and past some sleeping anglers who would no doubt not appreciate our intentions to disturb their fish!
After all dissolving into helpless giggles not helped by the neoprene booties incident, we were off. I discovered I could still swim after all, just as long as I didn't pull properly!
This has got to have been one of the best swims of my life-perfect, beautiful conditions and we had it all to ourselves. After about an hour, the shoulders miraculously eased up and I could finally relax into a rhythm once more. It was all over too quick, quite tempting to turn around and do it again, but breakfast was calling and Richard had to be off on his ride through the rest of Wales on another hot and sunny day.
The ride started off hilly and then got a bit lumpy. We went through some beautiful places with strange names, New Invention, and I'm sure I saw a sign to Woebley Little Dillyn, as for what clientele stays at the Cock Hotel...........
After some brief stops to listen to the tennis - well done Murray! We headed for the Severn Bridge, where the promised bike path did indeed materialise and I didn't have to pay to come back over and pick up Richard from the hard shoulder of the M48!
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