By now a respectable hunger has crept in and my need to eat has become acute, somehow I find myself here outside the Black Boy hostelry and I know from my increasing experience of such establishments that there is a good spread to be had here. Being 'off the street' as it were I have to be separated from the residents and I'm shown into the bar which I have all to myself. The segregation is not to do with my not being good enough but more that the residents breakfasts are included in their price whereas I have to pay. Fair enough. The breakfast is excellent succeeding in filling me up whilst at the same time not devastating my wallet. The extra bonus is that they speak Welsh - all round happiness!
Whilst sitting and waiting for the breakfast to arrive I remind myself of the cycle route that starts from the old Slate Quay, I haven't done much cycling in the last few years and I feel an urge coming on. A new bike would be a real treat but I wonder whether or not I deserve one. It starts to nag at my brain.