Overview #


Distance: 395km (roads only)
Route: M50 / A40 / Ferry / N25
Route day 1
Route day 1


We decided to meet up along the way rather than all trying to set off from one point, and we had our friends Jon and Louisa riding with us for part of this leg as they happened to be going to Wales that day anyway. So after a quick meet up for fuel and compressed air at a petrol station near Tewkesbury, pots One, Four and Tea hit the M50 and made our way to meet the other two riders. Looks like we've got a lovely day for it eh?

On the M50
On the M50


Having said nothing more than "See you in Raglan", we all arrived at the same time and spotted each other with no need to start hunting around for likely stopping places. So far, so good!

All pots present and correct!
All pots present and correct!


Best press on, need to blast through the Brecon Beacons to get to our ferry before the last call for boarding at 14:00...



We stopped in Llandeilo to deliver Jon & Louisa to their destination for the day, and to fuel the bikes and ourselves as we were all starting to flag a bit.

A round of sausage rolls perked us right up and we blazed the last hundred clicks easily, pork product power getting us to the boat in plenty of time. Little did we know it at the time, that seemed to set the tone for our snacking habits for the rest of the trip...

Arrived at Fishguard
Arrived at Fishguard


The crossing takes about 4 hours so we found ourselves a corner to sit in and doze for a bit, and topped up our pork levels with bacon & brie paninis from the cafe.



Once ashore, we decided to stick to the main roads to get to Dungarvan as it was getting close to teatime and we had 115km still to cover.

First Irish road
First Irish road


Not bad as main routes go though! Notice the half-width crawler lane on the left - slow vehicles would move over whenever they could which makes passing a breeze without the need for the expense of a whole extra lane.

We went over the fancy new toll bridge at Waterford, which although slightly less impressive than that other bridge we went over that time, saved us a few minutes.

In Dungarvan our hotel for the night was The Tannery Townhouse, which Anneley had booked while we were somewhat randomly bashing out an itinerary. This turned out to be somewhat serendipitous as not only was Diarmuid's dad from Dungarvan, he had actually worked in The Tannery before it closed down. Not sure the tanners would have approved of it becoming a fancy restaurant though!

Teatime!
Teatime!


The food was excellent, and I couldn't stop myself from choosing another pork-based meal, taking my Pork Unit tally for the day to 3.

Thence to bed, having covered a pretty hefty distance. Need to be fresh for those windy roads in the morning!

Onwards: Next!

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