We’re getting stuck into the thick of summer heat now.  The air’s a furnace blast during the day – still above body temperature at home-from-work-time, even when that’s nearing sundown.  Enduring this.  Surviving this – until the glory that is autumn rescues us means we head south whenever possible.  A couple of degrees cooler is the reward.

Our two nights and one day plus two bits works well.  We have fat tyres to cope with any softness the trail can conjure (particularly in summer) and Bryn clearly loves being on a bicycle or in his trailer.  In fact, his chatting and glee are amplified in proportion to the speed or bumpiness of the trail.  He sleeps easily in the Chariot and is the master of all he surveys on the Yepp-seat.  We cover not much less ground that we would without him.