Up Behind Nevern Church

As I entered Cenarth preparations were well in hand for the river festival. Outside the old post office was a lonesome soul. He did have a bike and was sporting some intriguing footwear quite similar to the Spats worn by Private Walker. I approached slowly remembering the words of my mother once told me about strangers... He looked up, it was Mr Hallett! We exchanged the usual pleasantries - I asked if he was the only cyclist? He replied, "Looks like it!" We both sat and watched the world go by in the anticipation Dr L would appear... Eventually we got bored and tried txt & a phone call - both were ignored so we concluded that given the changeable weather, the good Dr probably didn't have quite the correct Castelli combo to hand so had retired to his drawing room in his (fetching?) Castelli smoking jacket to await a plate of kedgeree. After some discussion, Newport was the cafe of choice via Abercych, Boncath, Blaenffos & Crosswell. A mellow ride ensued with the odd short sharp shower for company. The new road surface on the road to Crosswell is rather pleasant, it's almost as smooth as a bike shod with a pair of 650Bs - apparently. The Newport cafe was up to the usual standard - the bacon buttie was good, but there was too much icing on the passion cake. We had a choice of routes home - Lindsey's hill was vetoed so we went to Nevern. At the church It became apparent the Mr H had never been left & up the hairpins behind the church. Now reader, you know how it feels to get a Strava KOM? I can tell you that's nothing compared to feeling you get when you realise you are about to ride a road Mr H hasn't ridden!!! The rest of the ride to Llechryd via Croft & Cilgerran passed without incident - or any memorable moments! At Llechryd we took our respective routes home.