The one thing about sleeping in a bothy is once one person gets up everyone else is awake. So it was quite early that we were packing up and eating our breakfast on Sunday morning. Not that I knew the time, as my phone had died overnight! Ali enjoyed her breakfast with her fresh pint of milk - not the most light-weight of travellers!! I had my mashed up weetabix with powdered milk...
Over breakfast we were chatting to the lads who had also slept there, none of them were doing Monk's Trod, there were horror stories about waist deep bogs, we were wondering if we should change our route. But there didn't seem an obvious alternative without changing our whole route so we decided to give it a go. There was one minor alteration to our plan though, instead of going round a very lumpy road with an evil climb we decided to just push over the mountain on the bridleway as it was direct.
Once packed, it was ready to set off on the forest road - the visibility had improved and we could even see the wind turbines in the distance that we had ridden past the previous evening.
Then onto what should have been a familiar bit of track seeing as transwales had gone there both years! But somehow I failed to recognise the view.
This brought us to the most southerly checkpoint where we had to take a picture of a stunning view.
Into the forest and what should have been a fast and easy downhill on a forest road became an obstacle course with fallen trees to climb under, over or round.
No tadpole incidents today.
56miles ridden 2399m climbed