Five go mad in Bristol - Mao
I can hear bells. Its still dark outside. Just
got back from
Mikey D and his good lady wife treat me like the buffoon I have become. Never mind its just walking. In the rain. Its for a good cause.
A few days earlier the M4 was shut so I missed
my flight to
The M4 is empty, we breeze into
We wave off our transport and head off down to the Coldra, a short walk just to get going. I’ve got my head down, umbrella up so its quite fortunate that the 3 mere striplings have the sense to keep an eye of the road’s standing water so I narrowly avoid getting drenched by the numerous lorries that thunder past us. Kyle is good spirits, already toying with the half-bottle of whiskey in his pack, Dean is filling me in on the mega trek down the Valleys and Mozz remains quiet. We’ve been walking for 30 minutes and we haven’t reached anywhere.
First personal crisis, I need a shit. No easy way to break that news, it’ll have to be a stop at the Hilton or Holiday Inn at the Coldra. I just make it, brazenly walking past reception in my soaked clothes. Back outside the lads have had a meeting and tell me that they’ve decided that the rain may be in for the day so we’re going to ………. carry on regardless. I cry inside.
Across the Coldra and we’re finally on the A48, our companion for the next day or so, there’s been a few songs about roads over the years but I’ve yet to hear one about the A48, shame really as it’s an atmospheric place.
Right, here we start. No, we’ve stopped at a burger van so that the lads can have bacon rolls etc, well we are athletes and we need to prepare right. Mozz has a packet of crisps.
The A48 meaners off into the distance as your
hardy travellers trek, soon we develop into the routine for the day, I head
off, a solitary figure whilst behind me the three young ones nurse their aching
limbs ever forward, at every landmark I rest and wait for them to catch up. A
bus shelter. Kyle is sitting there with his trousers around his ankles, not a
pretty sight but it amuses us. But its serious, we have a chefing problem. He’s
genuinely sore and we face our first team crisis. I have a pair of old
Now Gwent is flat. Very flat. The road seems to go on for miles and miles. It can get very dispiriting but after a while you get used to the monotony of it; you walk, rest, chat, watch Mozz eating crisps and then you walk some more.
What you can do without though is incorrect traffic signs? Just past Caerwent there’s a sign that says CHEPSTOW 4. To be honest that was a fillip for us all, nearly there, dig deep, etc etc etc, twenty minutes later? Another sign CHEPSTOW 4.