Its Saturday and both Sarah and myself are sitting around wondering what we should do with our weekend. So I sujest a little bike ride around Bute park (the park with the stones in it next to the castle mum and dad). So off Sarah went in her car to go and borrow her dads old bike. When she got back we set off on a leisurley ride towards the town centre. Along the busy Newport road and through the packed shopping arcade we finally reached the castle and Bute park. We set off along the nice and smooth paths through the park and ended up on the Taff trail. This follows along the river Taff mor miles and eventually ends up at Brecon where if you reach this far you can catch the train back. I wasn't really thinking that that would be the Saturday afternoon ride that I was hoping for...
After a couple of hours passing many rugby fields, fly fishermen, Canoeists and many dog walkers we reached a place in the path for a quick rest. It was quite cold and neither Sarah or myself had brough a drink so we decided to head a bit further and look for a place to have a drink to warm up. Thats when Sarah suggested a pub that she knew. So off we went again. It was not until I saw a vision of Castle Coch. Castle Coch, it seemed qiute far in a car, but here we had reached it on our bikes after only about an hour of riding.
We stopped in the pub for some lunch and a drink to quench our thirst before we decided to head back home. the ride home seemed much quicker than the ride there but it was much more pleasureable as it was mostly downhill, being that it followed the river. The olny hitch we had on teh way home was that the gates to Bute park were locked and had been locked since 4. Not too much of a biggy as i was able to lift the bikes over the fence. We got home with a nice feeling of pleasure and acomplishment.
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