My training for "Dribbling Britain" in the Welsh mountains ended in hilarious fashion (Patreon)
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A $4 Tier Special Two weeks ago I decided to get some good hiking training in just before my mate Andy's stag do. The stag cottage/barn was in remotest Mid Wales, not too far from my first straight line attempt. Why not take advantage of the big hills and great weather and get some much needed miles in my legs? I rightly concluded. So, I parked up at the cottage a day early and set off along the Glyndwr way back towards Welshpool, where old friend, meticulous planner and groom-to-be Andy would pick me up the next day.The hike itself was fantastic and not without it's fair share of amusing twists, however if you'd have stopped me two miles into my hike, on the faint, steep grassy track that meandered it's way through a remote cow field, and told me that in 24 hours time we'd be inching our way down it in the opposite direction, in Andy's little white Peugeot 206, I simply wouldn't have believed you.