When the waiting’s over

Fire road


Stood at the top of a mountain today in glorious sunlight. Saw the haze off the heritage coastline blur the boundaries with the sea. Rolled across twisted anchors of wood, that break the surface like an arcing cetacean.

Danced on pedals to the crest of the hill. Played out fantasies on the flat, the world’s fastest mountain bike sprinter. Raced to the top of Efail Isaf. “Rigid 29er! Cheating!” My opponent proclaimed, grinning and pointing at my bike.

Fields oscillated beneath our wheels, the natural rhythm of the country. We chatted and rode, rode and chatted. Time just melting away.

You know how sometimes you really need to be out? And I mean really, really need to be out? Well it was one of those times. And the weather, terrain and company reciprocated in spades.

With thanks to Mrs N for the company. Video below; the song that sums it up.

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