Where did I been to 2.
A WELL-KNOWN ROUTE .. CLUES ARE IN CAPS AND NUMBERED.
Started out late again, around 2.00 .. I had been cleaning the kitchen and bathroom and doing my washing (like wot us tuff bikers do) and looked out the window … mmmmm … nice day for the bike! (Quick squirt of oil on the chain and a quick flashing cloth to clear some of the Pembroke mud (I know, I know) and twenty minutes later I was on my way (washing not finished).
But where did I go? .. It was only ever going to be a small bimble, so I started off nice and slow, heading towards (1) the TOWN OF THE MARTYR. Passing that (2) HEAD, I ventured lonely as a cloud through one of our nation’s (3) PARKS.
It began to rain (obviously) from that lonely cloud but I was warm and dry apart from that misty wet visor. I took it real easy. Not a single bike at the (4) BURGER BEND and I trundled onwards through the mist (inside my helmet).
I didn’t really want to go to church, either (5) HIGH CHURCH OR LOW CHURCH, so turned off towards the (6) PLACE OF THE MAN WITH MUSCLES. I felt like I was in a race, with the (7) FLAGS waving about, but I didn’t see red and continued with care. I didn’t want to get shot, after all. The views were stunning, as stated before, on here, and the sheep were obviously trained to dart in front of vehicles. That’s one stunning view I did not want.
Then the fab part. Ups and down and rounds and rounds, like no other road (it’s a favourite on here) past (8) THE CHURCH BY THE LARGE STREAM? But my welsh is not that good. A roller coaster ride. Even enjoyed by Mr plod coming the other way.. only he wasn’t plodding .. the bike nor the car afterwards. It was me that was plodding … but enjoying the views. I stopped for a while but not at (9) THE OLD BRIDGE, and I don’t know (9) WHY) …. O yes I do!! .. it was to turn round and do it all again, but this time backwards :) .
Petrol stop, where I was served by an (10) OLD TROUT. Time for a break and a kitkat. Orf again, the sun coming out, I head towards (11) WENDY’S CAFÉ knowing she’s not there, but see a hand written sign to warn of `lorry turning` .. a likely story! … but I turn the corner and guess what … yup .. a very large lorry turning. I continue onwards, thanking the signs, on through the place where (12) VICTORIA WELLS and then through some fantastic roads that remind me of Canada, stuck, for a while, behind two trailers that shouldn’t be able to go that fast on those bends (dem country boys is mad).
Then at last to the (13) THE BIKER’S CAFE, but not a bike in sight. So show me the (14) BEACONS to go home, through the twisties, careful as ever and liking the ride. Home at last, the washing is done, bike put away and on with the kettle.
Its an easy one, but try to get the clues?
