I had received detailed instructions on how to reach the
house. (In this part of Wales postcodes can cover 10’s of square miles.)
“Left at the old school sign. Follow road up and over the
first hill, all the way down to the cattle grid, up a bigger hill on the other side
and turn right at the top.”
Two minutes after taking what I assumed was the turn (no
road names here) I was off the saddle and pushing the bike up a steep hill
covered in ice and snow. Reaching a fork in the track I tried to divine which
way was straight on (reasoning that the directions hadn't mentioned a turn) but
with the road marking covered it was guesswork. Having made my decision I continued
on my way up into the hills with sheep and striking views for company. The snow
was so deep and the bleats so pitiful that I spent a good few minutes trying to
dig out some grass for the lambs but they were more perturbed by my presence
than grateful so I pressed on.
