I get up, early, well the sun is out, do I go where I looked up last night or do I not and do something around here. I go into my wardrobe and get my backpack. I put the washing in the machine and turn it on, and get some breakfast. I also make some sandwiches. Cheese sandwiches with plenty of salad. I wrap them in foil, they always taste better when wrapped in foil.
Do I really go to here? I could get to Tenby just as quick.
I decide to ignore Google, after all it would never ever agree to do the Abergwersyn Pass. and I also decide to go via Much Wein Lock.
So the car is packed. and I’m ready, its time to find a tree to climb, I note we need fuel, I’ll get some over at Telford I think.
I so I hit the open road, I cruise the M54 until Telford and then head towards Much Wien Lock, at which point I haven't seen a petrol station to this point, and now I’m desperate, as in any petrol station will do desperate, this girl drinks and drinks heavily. I find one, suddenly, almost instantaneously and with a full tank I head towards the Ludlow Food Center.
We pass it and onto Knighton.
And then head south through the hills.
A long while later I’m pondering just how long this is going to take, but you know what….
I’m here, it’s time to get off the open road and to take right.
This is it then, this is the road to the pass, and onward to nothingness and remoteness
The Duck is looking forward to it.
We are not there yet.
Here we go, the beginning of the pass, from one side of Wales to the other, a more interesting route than the Elan valley, well if your a motorcyclist or an open top car owner.
So this is all about the car, and me driving the car. Nothing else.
Me, the car and some very wonderful scenery.
Being alone in the quiet, the tranquillity of the sounds of the exhaust burbling away,
The smell of the plants, the slow single track road, the sheep, I look around just in case, are the KLF here, is there an ice-cream van near by?
There is no rush, not to where we are going, but for a second
I pull up.
I take time to get a photo by the sign for Abergwesyn Common. And then I see it.
Right there next to my car. How did I miss it when driving along side it, how did I miss it when I got out of the car? But from here I can see it quiet clearly.
I walk over to it. Erm a perfect interesting piece. But my it is large. So very large. I try lifting it. I try lifting it again. I ponder will it fit in the boot? Will I be able to lift it to the boot?
I take everything out of the boot, and somehow lift it in. And then put everything on top. Well it fits. I look at the car, it is much, much lower now.
From here it is the open road.
There is the occasional classic car around too. We wave, we smile, we are in the same world together, but far apart from normal people right now. That's where we want to be that's where we are.
I cross the river and park up, I get out and wander a while.
She is there sitting patently burbling away.
The road is endless, along with the scenery and its beauty, like a girl you can’t take your eyes off, memorised, totally by the beauty.
We change county.
The scenery also changes.
Along with the clouds, those fluffy clouds.
So this is the journey, there is no rush to the destination, for the destination, for the journey is what matters right now.
I park up here and there to take it in.
For 22 years old she is doing well still.
So this isn’t quiet as remote as you can get, that is still to come.
And so the journey continues.
The happiness of driving my machine away from everyone.
I see the time ticking by, ticking.
And then we are here. Very Remote, Telephone Box and Post Box.
There is a motorcyclist here waiting. Well not waiting, well he is, he is waiting for me, for he is lost. But as I put it to him, you are not lost, there is only forwards or backward to go. He is looking for Teragaron, and he needs to continue forwards. That's where he will meet the rest of his biker chums. That's where they will be having dinner. I get my very detailed map out that shows the remoteness of where we are and where he is trying to get to.
This is no phone box, it is not even a tardis, it is a tree.
And so it is time to climb back in the travel machine and
leave the nothingness, the remoteness.
And to start heading towards where I was going,
that direction would be forwards by the way.
Until we leave remoteness and come across
Teragaron and the bikers are all gathered for lunch.
Mean while Google maps is driving me mad, and making a decision on how to get me out of here. It takes me north, then east and then south down the coast road.
After a lovely drive I’m…
and parked up in a field.
I didn’t expect to be parked in a field, however the road into the village was closed, how did I know it was closed? I didn’t, a man in a fluorescent vest told me it was closed. But I only want to go to the beach I said.
Apparently this place of tranquillity, I’ve driven five and half hours to, has got a music festival set up on the beach. Apparently it’s big. Apparently I’m having second thoughts about this.
As I wander down the street I can hear it ahead of me.
This road is going to be a nightmare to climb.
At the bottom there are marques, two stages and a large food area. There is no KLF van. I head into a shop.
I get some essentials, 3 post cards, 12 stamps, a spade, and a magnum. You can tell I’m single from my shopping. Sucking and licking my magnum I head on to the beach.
Good the sea is out.
This means I can walk away from this world,
around the corner to another bay that is adjacent and should be quiet.
I walk past the bays famous rock.
The wonderful sand now between my toes, I’m looking forward to a paddle.
Ice cream gone this is it, the bay is this way.
Wow look at the rock, the amazing patterns.
Yes this is more like it, quietness apart from the sound of the waves crashing on the sandy shore.
I look back and wonder how long the sea will be out for?
And then walk across to the other side of the bay.
I mark my spot.
The view here is good. This is what I came here for.
I set up camp. The towel is down, the ginger beer out, and hopefully I’ll get to read for a bit.
I can hear the sea calling me.
And so I head in for a paddle at first. Then I get wetter, then I go for a wade up and down the beach, yeah the water and sea bed are mighty fine here.
My neighbours build a sand castle.
Then I decide to build a sand castle. I come across an issue, where by I brought a spade, but no bucket. I think about the design for a moment, what it is I’m going to build? I come up with a plan!
Later a life guard comes over to me, and advises the way out of the bay is about to flood. I look at him and advise I’ve got to finish this first. He tells me the other way out is via the cliff steps, some 200 or so of them. He smiles as he looks at my castle.
But unlike the castle next to mine, mine is an estate. I wonder what it looks like from the top of the cliff? My neighbour has a chat with me and tells me he can’t believe how quickly I could dig, I tell him I was too embarrassed to ask to borrow the bucket and haven't brought any kids with me, be it mine or my friends. He too likes building castles but laughs and says having kids around is less embarrassing. And with that they pack up and leave.
As the sea comes in, most people have left.
I stay and read some more.
Their castle slowly disappears.
It’s nearly gone.
I go for another play in the sea and then relax.
However there is a point that you know it is time to leave.
I say goodbye to the bay of Cilborth, I’ll be back.
And head up the cliff steps. I slowly wander upwards, step by step.
As I look down over the bay I see my castle there in the distance.
Yeah it worked.
I climb some more.
Higher still, the view is very is beautiful.
And my sandcastle worked even better from this angle.
I walk along the cliff edge, happy, apart from I never found a stone to take home from here.
I can see the noisy bay in front of me.
The crowds are still there.
Using my zoom I focus on the statue on the opposite cliff. I decide not to walk up to it.
And head down to the main bay.
On the sand once more, and yes I’d like to be in the sea, my shorts are wet anyway.
People play on the rocks
And there is beer flowing all over the beach.
I wander across the bay towards the stones.
I put my bag down, sitting on the stoney side of the beach, I reach into my bag whilst listening to a band playing The Power Of Love, and pull out my dinner. I sit a while, write some cards and then relax.
For I know I am surrounded by rocks, and I’m probably going to need some help, I spot one. It stands out from the rest and talks to me. Take me home, take me.
Before you know it, it is in my back pack. The backpack is now incredibly heavy.
I start the walk back to the car, thinking will I make it. Its a big walk up hill.
I wander through the crowds that are now multiplying,they must have someone big on tonight,
And up the road. I see a post box and
wiggle the postcards out of my backpack and into the red box.
Nearly there thankgod.
In fact I am here. I drop the backpack off my shoulders thankgod,
and place the rock on the other rock gently.
Google plots a route and we head north up the coast towards Aberystwyth, stopping for fuel on the way. She is as thirsty as ever.
Google though wants to head east, but I know better, and so continue north.
and onto the Welsh Midlands Express Way, to fly to Welshpool and then Shrewsbury and eastward down the M54. The whole way followed by another car, we whizz through the evening air.
I reach home the top still down, a big smile on my face.
This has been a great adventure, I’ve loved every moment of it, this car is ace.
I’ve made good time, I’ve a smile on my face, I’m happy, this has been a tall tree, with a lovely view from the top. A Journey, with a destination to leave, to be at for only a moment, but to enjoy for that moment and to cherish..
Perhaps I should have stayed and watched the sunset, perhaps, but then as I slip into the shower I know otherwise……..