Day 25, Home again

Woke up to another gloriously sunny day. I had breakfast and then got ready to leave. A prod of Ginny's start button produced nothing but a whirring sound. Hmm. Another prod, same result. My heart sank. All this way and for it all to end with the final journey still to do and a call to the RAC. It sounded like something wasn't engaging, the starter motor maybe. Why I thought that moving the bike would help I don't know but I flipped up the sidestand and wheeled her back slightly. One more prod on the button and Ginny burst into life. Relief swept through me.

Just around the corner from hotel is an Asda, where I fuelled up. Then, it was onto the M4 for the last 186 miles of the tour.

Despite the forecast, once I'd crossed the Prince of Wales Bridge, it clouded over. Not cold by any means, just not sunny or the heat of Wales. It stayed that way all the way home. 

I arrived home at 12:20, after a smooth and uneventful ride. Another tour over.

I'll get some stats together soon, then I can turn my attention to next year's tour, Italy. 

Day 24, Farewell

The last morning of the 3 Nations Tour.

With  checkout at 11:00 and Grizzly's ferry not till 14:45, we could afford a lie in. Not sure if Grizzly got up any later but there wasn't the usual frenzy to get his bags on his bike. I had an extra 30 minutes under the duvet.

We had our breakfast, then took  a walk into town. There is very little to do in Carmarthen within walking distance but luckily for us, both things of interest to us, were within 10 minutes walk of the hotel. 

First up, Carmarthen Castle. There's not too much left,  the main gate, part of a tower and some of the original walls.

From the castle we made our way down to Merlin's Walk, where, surprise surprise, there is a wooden statue of Merlin.  11 years old and 11 feet tall, made from oak. 

After marvelling at Merlin, we made our way back to the hotel. We had talked about hanging around the hotel until midday  but when we got back Grizzly said he wanted to get going. We did our final packing, said our goodbyes and then went our separate ways. Our tour together had ended, after 24 days.

I arrived at my hotel for the night about 12:45. I'd chosen the scenic route, the A40 into Brecon,  rather than use the M4, a much more enjoyable ride. I stayed away another night,  so I could visit my grandson James again, rather than do the journey home in one big hit.

I spent a nice few hours with my daughter,  her husband and the boy, and had dinner with them. Then it was back to the hotel. Grizzly messaged me to say he had got home at 20:45.

Tomorrow I'm heading home. Brekkie is at 8:30, and I'll need to fuel up as soon as I leave the hotel. I reckon I should be home around 13:00.