Exploring Welsh Lanes
And so the tandem joined us in Wales. It was great to have this option of freedom with us, thanks to the new tandem bike rack – details of which Pete has now had chance to add to the About the Tandem page. The trouble was that we also had our offspring with us – only joking! – of course it was lovely to have them with us. However, they certainly didn’t want to be seen cycling with us – especially on a tandem!
The problem was easily solved with straightforward bribery, and so we abandoned them for the day and escaped!
Criccieth, North Wales
We were staying in North Wales, by the sea in Porthmadog, and discovered a cycle route that took us to Criccieth, a little further along the coast. It seemed to hug the edge of the line of hills behind the coast.
We set off enthusiastically and were soon on a lovely country lane, away from the main road. Unfortunately, it then started taking us uphill. And every time we turned round a bend, there was more uphill! Of course, it was fine for me, I just sat on the back looking over the hedges at the sea, trying not to weigh very much! It wasn’t quite so much fun for Pete!
Eventually, the lane flattened out and we knew that the rest of the way had to be downhill – much more acceptable! Before that though, we sat in a field, looking towards the mountains. It was more like the start of the moors than a field and was very peaceful.
peaceful Welsh scenery whilst picnicing
The way to Criccieth after that was lovely, with lots of downhill and we were now both able to admire the views!
We had travelled more than expected when we got there (over eight miles) and we hatched a plan in the teashop for me to get a taxi back. However, once we eventually tracked down a taxi number, we were put through to an answerphone! Plan B entailed me cycling back with Pete – but this time along the more direct main road.
looking out to sea, Criccieth
Despite initial misgivings, it worked out fine – we could use a cycle path for part of the way, the route was shorter and the views were still lovely. And I survived! I did an amazing 15 miles that day … and took it quietly the next day!
PS – I can’t resist telling this non-tandem tale of a contrasting day on holiday.
On one day, the rest of the family climbed the fearsome ridge of Crib Goch, to get to Mount Snowdon …
Crib Goch, Snowdon
… whilst I spent a beautifully peaceful day reading by the shores of the lake at Llanberis.
Lllanberis
How to keep everyone happy on holiday!
A Breath of Fresh Air 
Referenced “offspring” must be teenagers.
Yes, I thought I’d have a change … especially as one of them won’t be one for much longer!