Lifeboatboy
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I'd never taken my 348 up to Wales, so on Tuesday I shoved my tent, stove and cameras under the bonnet at about 11.00, and by mid-afternoon I was entering Wales.
I thought it might be our last decent weather for the Summer, so it seemed like a good use of my time
Turned out I was right. By the time Bill Withers' Lovely Day came on my playlist, you can just imagine the grin on my face.
In Surrey Ferraris are 2-a-penny, but in Wales everyone stops to wave and smile, demanding a toot or a Scuderia Scream from the engine.
The roads are an absolute dream to wind around, and with the roof down on a sunny day, is there anyone who wouldn't call that 'living the dream'?
The scenery is amazing. It's also more varied than I find road trips around Scotland to be <<awaits backlash from the wannabee breakaway republic>> etrol:
Of course midweek it's quieter than weekends, but for those of us habitually sitting in traffic jams on the M25 or South Circular, it's just pure unadulterated joy.
I pulled into a pub, had a shandy, found a campsite on 'Pitchup' and went to set out my stall.
I wouldn't ordinarily drink Bell's as a rule, but for steak flambe it's my 'go to' whisky
I watched the sun go down over an almost empty campsite (farmer's field), with a full belly of steak and wine.
Next morning I was at The Loop by 9.30 in the hope of spotting some jets.
Sure enough at about 12.00, the Septics in their F15s tried to knock me off the side of the mountain by flying just a little lower than I was expecting.
All in all, a good use of 36 hours' British weather, countryside and hospitality. Thank you Wales! I absolutely loved it!
I thought it might be our last decent weather for the Summer, so it seemed like a good use of my time
Turned out I was right. By the time Bill Withers' Lovely Day came on my playlist, you can just imagine the grin on my face.
In Surrey Ferraris are 2-a-penny, but in Wales everyone stops to wave and smile, demanding a toot or a Scuderia Scream from the engine.
The roads are an absolute dream to wind around, and with the roof down on a sunny day, is there anyone who wouldn't call that 'living the dream'?
The scenery is amazing. It's also more varied than I find road trips around Scotland to be <<awaits backlash from the wannabee breakaway republic>> etrol:
Of course midweek it's quieter than weekends, but for those of us habitually sitting in traffic jams on the M25 or South Circular, it's just pure unadulterated joy.
I pulled into a pub, had a shandy, found a campsite on 'Pitchup' and went to set out my stall.
I wouldn't ordinarily drink Bell's as a rule, but for steak flambe it's my 'go to' whisky
I watched the sun go down over an almost empty campsite (farmer's field), with a full belly of steak and wine.
Next morning I was at The Loop by 9.30 in the hope of spotting some jets.
Sure enough at about 12.00, the Septics in their F15s tried to knock me off the side of the mountain by flying just a little lower than I was expecting.
All in all, a good use of 36 hours' British weather, countryside and hospitality. Thank you Wales! I absolutely loved it!