The Welsh road builders must have an axe to grind against cyclists. As we made our way through farm country, we regularly tackled climbs with gradients above 15 percent. Although none of the climbs were long, it was the combination of several climbs throughout the day that had us chomping down granola bars for extra energy.
When we arrived at the caravan park around 8pm we were relieved and ready to stuff our faces. The first thing we noticed however was that nobody was around. The park was nearly full of caravans but no cars and no people. It was a caravan ghost town.
We were too tired to make an effort to find someone, so we pitched our tent out of the way and I made some large omelettes. After dinner someone finally arrived at one of the caravans. The guy and his wife came over to say hi. He said that the place is always deserted on the weekdays. That suited us fine. We had peace and quiet, clean and modern bathrooms, and a grassy patch to call home. Perfect.