We’re standing on a Welsh mountainside in the claggy mizzle, skin shimmering from the day in the sun combined with sweat from the humid air. We’ve just hiked up a steep, green zigzag hill with our loaded bikes and emerge, breathing heavily, above the climb. Despite the glorious sunshine for most of the day, the mountains have turned this trip into a proper adventure and we’re ascending into thick white cloud.
The swirling murk is being cheerfully described as ‘atmospheric’ and it feels wild and remote up here. My riding companion, Alex, reflects, “It’s mad to think that this morning we were in Bristol!” And it is mad; the city couldn’t feel further away.
I’ve been joined by Alex, a fellow physio; El, a seasoned Welsh bikepacker; and Hannah, who…
