the road that fazers were made for.

[bri h]

yes foccers after reading all the touring camping exploits lately I suddenly and unexpectedly foung myself with three days off and the barometer was set fair. With no further ado i loaded up the mighty thou and took off in the general direction of America. Wales got in the way so i pitched the tent at llandovery. After plumbing in the kitchen sink i slipped up the A482 to Aberaeron and on to one of my favourite places Newquay for a spot of dolphin watching and some chips.Not a sniff of a dolphin so back the way i came to my palacial tent.270 miles. Next morning after tea and bacon roll at the westend cafe i was off up the 483( the road fazers were made for) up to just past oswestry and on to the A5 to Llangolen and the horseshoe pass.Spot of lunch at the ponderrosa and on to Bala the Dolleguululasdfwhatever its called then Mycin whatever that place is called and the 487 down to Abberystwyth for icecream and on to Aberaeron and the 482 back to Llandovery.245 miles of heaven as long as i dont get a speeding ticket. Woken by rain at 5 am that of course didnt stop so packed up my wet palacial tent and  cruised back on the A40 as far as Oxford and down to sunny Bracknell. 697 miles all in and my arse is killing me. The gen 2 is not such a comfy mile muncher.Sorry no pics cos im a luddite and my kids werent there to help.Just to reiterate the A483 is a marvel and if mother Terresa can be a saint the it should be knighted.