Day 2, Gospel Pass.
There is a theme emerging here, the day started with a humongous climb! The Gospel Pass is a pass in the true meaning of the name, winding it's way ever upwards before cresting the mountains at the lowpoint between two peaks. As it was still early in the day the high altitude meant it was quite chilly while I tried to capture this panaramic snapshot of the summit.
It doesn't really do it justice. The best views were photographed on the approach and there was absolutely no time for pictures when whizzing down the other side!
I obviously pulled over to view the old monastery that presumably gives the pass its name and was suitably humbled and impressed by the location.
Not a bad life being a monk with views like this....
Rest of the ride was relatively mundane in comparison (I say mundane, but this is against a very high bar, so actually still a spectacular ride). Monmouth was gridlocked with cars waiting to cross the narrow bridge over the Wye and then followed a longish climb before skirting the edge of The Forest of Dean and a busy but atmospheric descent at Symonds Yat. I stopped just outside Ross on Wye for lunch and all the time I sat at the riverside beer garden there were canoe/kayakers arriving & departing, having visited the establishment for lunch & drinks.
A little slice of heaven and I could easily have whiled away the afternoon watching the river action and drinking the beers if I hadn't had to continue back to base camp....
It was a fairly easy ride back to Hay, but along the way I encountered the finishing throes of the Hoarwithy ploughing competition. This ticked all my boxes, Landrovers, classic tractors and rural social activities. Heaven
I rolled along towards camp, my passage only spoilt by 1 enormous spike in the height profile that came along just 10 miles from the ride end. After two big mile days in the saddle this was the last thing I needed but I gritted my teeth, dug deep and crawled up the seemingly endless climb blubbing like a baby, but I didn't stop!
Once back in Hay I called into the Co-op for more supplies (a pack of 2 large Choux buns and some Eccles cakes, I felt like I deserved these!) and decided the 80+ miles was enough and it was time to head straight back to camp for showers, food, beer and campfire. I woke up in my camp chair to find a dieing fire at about 10pm so decided it was well past time to call it a night
