Riding in the UK
It was the strangest feeling: I was at the Black Mountain Road viewpoint in Wales, and I was melting faster than the ice lollies flying out of the ice cream van parked next to me. It was so hot that you could almost scoop up the Tarmac with a spoon. I know it was the height of summer, and I know that most of the UK was experiencing the same heatwave, but this was Wales. I thought that my pasty Nordic skin would be safe from the burning sun here, but no. It was hard work being on bikes in that heat, but it made a lovely change from the cold and rain I remember from previous trips. You can read about the routes and places we discovered in the supplement that’s…