Knackered

We ran out of Abergavenny this afternoon from the Leisure Centre and followed some of the Summer Sugarloaf route. In all we covered 12.5 miles with just a gnats nagger under 3,000 feet of ascent.

We followed the Sugerloaf route all the way to the summit. From there we ran off the top along the western ridge all the way to end and then down northwards and back eastward following the reverse of the Llanbedr to Blaenavon route until the point were it heads down through the woods towards the road crossing.

From there we continued easterly as we muddled our way across to pick up the southerly path that joins the northern most turning point of the winter Sugarloaf route and followed it back to the Leisure Centre - and if you've followed all that give yourself a pat on the back - because we bloody well didn't. We almost came to blows while wading through knee high bracken and undergrowth before eventually picking up the winter route - only joking.

So with about five or six kilometres still to run I started to flag. Finally we arrived back at the car and headed for home.

Oh, and we've bought ourselves a new van - a nice shiny second hand one - so it's not really new at all, but new to us. And it's silver coloured. We are well and truly brassic now.