Treorchy to Tenby – Steaming in the Welsh Sunshine

We had a wonderful 12 days in Treorchy, not only visiting the two national museums Cheryl detailed in the last post, but hiking around the Rhondda Valley and the Brecon Beacons. But alas, it was time to move on to a new adventure from our cozy house sit and lap cat.

We loved hiking in Wales. Looking towards the verdant hills of Mid Wales from Bannau Brycheiniog, also known by their English name, the Brecon Beacons.
We picked this less crowded part of the park for a Sunday hike and it was perfect.
Coming down the backside of Fan Dringarth.
A subtle beauty to these boggy highlands.
The nine mile loop varied, had great views and kept us away from the hoards climbing Pen y Fan, the highest point in the park.

When we planned our various house sits this summer, we had to consider how we would get between then with loaded bikes. Most connections were a day or two, so we had to take two long trips on LNER and Great Western Railway trains. Both were stressful with our touring bikes due to the (ridiculous) storage closet bike hooks in a space too tight for my bike. (And many other bikes larger than average.) Anytime you take 50 pounds in 4 bags off the bikes, it becomes awkward. Add a 1-minute crowded station platform, bike closets, and a mid line stop and it becomes a frantic fire drill.

Last night sunset from our terrace in the Rhondda Fawr Valley.
Our sweet cat Tibbs was determined to block our exit from Treorchy.

So we decided that if the weather looked better than a monsoon, we’d cycle our next leg, so I started planning a route considering the following;

1. How do we get out of the Rhondda Valley? Its a 1000+ foot climb straight up out of Treorchy to the North or West, both on A Roads, unless we wanted to go back down the Rhondda towards Cardiff, which would break our cycle touring motto of “never go backwards” (even when we make a wrong turn).

Heading up the switchbacks of the A4061 west of Treorchy
Headed over the top of Bwlch Mountain.
Free roaming sheep kept the car speeds under control and they sure were friendly.
Couldn’t resist an Ussie with our new pal.

2. What is the nicest route.? Heading to a UK national route or Eurovelo was a logical choice and the western route out of Treorchy landed us in the Afan valley, which looked to have a beautiful rail trail along the Afan river. It was also the pass we looked at for 12 days from the deck of our house sit, so it beckoned.

After a descent with some nice sweeping switchbacks on the A4061, you reach the start of National Cycle Route 887 and the Afan Valley Trail.
This Afan Valley had its heyday at the turn of the last Century but has reinvented itself as a recreational hub, especially mountain biking.
The historic Bethel Chapel in Pontrhydfen.
More legacies of the coal and steel days in the valley.

3. Where can we stay and break up the trip comfortably? As our bikes are fully loaded beasts, we wanted to keep mileage in the 50-75k daily range, especially as there are a number of challenges in this region of Wales, primarily steep hills, strong winds, and frequent rains. We also were in no rush and wanted to enjoy the ride.

A relatively short 62k from Treorchy to Mumbles meant we had energy for some exploring.
Hanging with the locals at The Pilot in Mumbles.
And the heatwave meant magical evenings along Swansea Bay.
Loaded up and ready to leave Mumbles.
Day 2 on National Cycle Route 4 was nice, despite this warning for motorbikes.

Well, the steep hills were there, and we lucked out with virtually no wind. However, instead of rain, we had the unexpected challenge of a mild heat wave. It was shocking to us how hot you can feel and get in 82F humidity, but some of the afternoon climbs in full sun felt brutal.

The route from Mumbles to Gowerton follows an old rail corridor that last ran in the 1960s. The Swansea to Mumbles seaside railway was dismantled in 1960 but was the first horse driven passenger tramway in the world.

So we set out from Treorchy and headed up the beautiful pass. Perfect pavement, mild 7-8% grades, and great views. The descent down the back side was great and we finally hit the bottom of the steep portion and found our way down to the head of National route 887, the Afan Valley to Port Talbot.

Cheryl cooling down AND picking up trash from the Afan River.

We were excited to cycle this region as we had traversed it many times by car and train, but never cycled.

Homemade savory pies and a double espresso. aka “Brunch”.
Finally reaching the Aberavon beach promenade in Port Talbot.
Along Carmarthen Bay. Cheryl took most of the photos these days (I was on a heat strike), so she needed a selfie to prove she was there.
My Tilley for shelter on the hot backroads as we turned inland again along Carmarthen Bay.

Cars were very considerate for the most part. In fact, so many waited for us along small lanes at pull outs, even when we were climbing up hills at a snails pace, we often felt we needed to tell them in was fine to pass us slowly. The slower pace is a refreshing differentiator between lower density Wales and much of high density England.

What are the odds of meeting up with a local we know in Wales? Pretty good apararently, as our friend Alex drove by us on this county road. So we all met down the road for a pub lunch in the lovely and rare warmth.
Bragging about our 3 1/2 months without a flat finally caught up with me after our pub lunch in Amroth. (Still love our Schwable Evolution /Almotion tires though.)
There is some nice new bike infrastructure along NR4 in Wales and it was definitely better than the segments west of London.

We did have some poor youngsters in the Swansea area try spook us by yelling out their car windows and screaming as they passed us, but to no avail, as one skill we have learned in 30+ years of urban cycling is the art of road zen and “zero response”. We both equally ignored them (we were riding apart) so perhaps they won’t even bother next time they see two lone cycle tourists on the cross country cycle path.

Getting close, the path from Amroth to Saundersfoot escapes a few climbs by passing through three short tunnels.
So hot, but time for a refreshing blackberry break.
Heading out of Day 2 B&B in Llangynog. A little steamy morning rain-mist set in on the hill, but the jacket still came off in 5 minutes.

A physical threat with a vehicle is another matter, but this was just cheeky youths yelling to try to impress their mates. Cheryl even takes a more positive spin by saying that she was sure they were yelling positive words of encouragement! (Not an indecipherable Welsh-English slur.) And that’s why she is such an amazing travel companion; always keeping on the sunny side and assuming the best in people -:).

The final ridge before Tenby. Pembrokeshire coast cycling is not for the leisurely as the ups and down are constant!

Overall, it was a wonderful three days minus the hot afternoons. Cycling in Wales and on much of the National Cycle Network feels adventurous as the conditions can vary so wildly, and you encounter few others on the way, except around some city areas and popular stretches of rail-trail, river, or coastal paths.

Our new favorite snack, Welsh Tea Cakes smothered in local butter.
The medieval and stunning Laugharne Castle.
The reward was six great days with our most generous and dear friends in Tenby.
Our friends took us out for a great afternoon on the water and swimming at a secluded beach.

So we decided that we definitely want to come back and cycle more in central Wales, where smaller green hills, and small lanes are coupled with the Welsh friendliness. Apparently a new route is being developed there, so we look forward to exploring it…maybe in 2024.

Happy Autumn!

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TravelRich

Embarking on the next phase of my life after working as a full-time Civil and Transportation Engineer in the San Francisco for 30 years. My wife and I will be following our shared passions for world travel, culture, and sustainable transport.

One thought on “Treorchy to Tenby – Steaming in the Welsh Sunshine”

  1. What a ride. You captured not just the scenery, but the rhythm of the road — the heat, the climbs, the patience it takes to let a landscape reveal itself at bike speed. There’s something very pure about that kind of travel. Inspiring read.

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