Hellfire Pass

Bwlch Y Groes by its Welsh name. Supposedly the second hardest climb in the UK, after Hardknott, so I was a bit psyched - especially after yesterday which would probably be ranked 264th! 

The scenery was stunning which made for a good start. The temperature perfect. I’d ensured I had a few miles warm up which my legs needed because they felt very heavy. And then I saw it. The road cuts up the side of the mountain dramatically, looking very wall-like - and intimidating. So all there was to do then was convince myself it won’t be as bad as it looks! 

Breathe! I’ve worked out that breathing out is more important than breathing in. It’s good that I’m alone because I have developed a train-like double, or sometimes triple, out breath for every one in. But do you know what? Hairpin, branch missing me by yards, breathing and a slow slog up through beautiful terrain had me with the top in sight. Don’t get carried away, I said. The gradient didn’t let up ‘til almost the top of the pass and I knew I had to go past my turning to officially crack it. But crack it, I did! 

Now, I’d say yesterday was steeper and sloggier (although a third of the length) so I guess it made for a good warm up and a mental check of how long I could keep going at my limits. My handlebars didn’t lift up today which, to me, says not as steep even though it was supposed to be moreso. 

Anyway, less of the analysis and more of the tremendous location it dropped you in. The ride around and along Lake Vyrnwy was truly splendid. In fact, the whole way back, including the last four downhill miles, was a treat.

Talking of treat. Campsite tonight. Sooo picturesque! I’m on a little grassy bank with views over the estuary of the River Dyfi and Aberdyfi beyond. The sun is singing. My heart too.