Just got back from riding with Jenn Hopkins, Lorraine Staley and Nigel Foskett at Afan for the weekend. We had a really good time, riding Skyline, The Wall and Penhydd on Saturday and then, tired and sore, riding White's Level on Sunday. I have a memory of blue skies, smiles and lots of cake stops.
The riding wasn't slack though, and we had some testosterone battles to reach the top of some hills (me and Jenn that is!) and some rattling decents that left us grinning foolishly from ear to ear.
I am left with a wet tent to dry out (it rained on Sunday), tendonitis in my wrist (those blasted forks kept locking out) and a weird sun tan where the mud splatters stayed pasty-white and the rest of my arms turned golden brown!
Here are some pics. Note the large number of food shots!
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