Well, I was meant to be working but somehow had this familiar calling to the hills.......I couldn't resist and as if by magic found my way via some testing climbs to Nant y Moel and the famous Pricetown clock tower, it never tells the correct time, always an hour and a half ahead of both BST and GMT, so somebody must change it. I suppose in the bowels of the Garw valley it does get dark somewhat earlier than one would expect. Only one way out from there, the Bwlch in all its autumnal glory and what a treat, stunning, stunning weather for cycling, dry, crisp and cool but clear blue sky illuminating the Beacons. Swooping down to Treorchy at, ahem...45mph or so was utter, utter joy, just magic, pure magic. One of "those" moments, makes you glad to be alive
And, by golly, those Swiss wheels don't half go