Lost Riders at The Bryn Mor Beach Hotel

This was one of those long planned, hope it does not rain, kind of weekends. A brain child of John and his late wife Barb.
There were 9 rooms available, and they filled up straight away, we were lucky enough to have been included.
The weather forecast for the weekend, was sun, sun, and more sun, brilliant, so I dusted down the wildstar, and after we put on everything warm we could find, Jane and I set off for the Welsh coast, just a bit south of Caernarfon, or so I thought.
After filtering across the whole of Wales, I think everyone had seen the forecast, we arrived in the area in the dark, and promptly got lost. The Multimap directions of turn right, turn right, turn right, just were not working. First right, farmyard, second right, dead end.
But thanks to our glorious leader, Malc, we made it, the gangs all here, lets party.
Arriving last, we got the caravan out back, not a problem, it was warm, cosy, and like having our own flat.
We had a bit of a surprise for Ged and Megan, they have just celebrated 150 years of marriage, I think that's what Ged said, and we got them a bottle of bubbly, and some choccies.
The hotel owner, Rams, is one of the most welcoming people you could wish to meet. Unrivalled hospitality, absolutely nothing was too much trouble, he is a gem.
He laid on a three course Indian meal for us, very nice it was too, and then we set about drinking all the beer he had, bet it's a while since the bar took this much in a weekend.
After dinner, and before we settled down for the evening, Ken proposed a toast for absent friend, and our dear lost Barbara, a touching moment for us all, thanks for that Ken.
Don't know where the evening went, so much to talk about, great to spend time with good friends.
And so to bed. The next morning, after the most amazing breakfast, we split up into little groups, and spent the day exploring the area.
Ken, Gina, Liz and Malc headed south, Ged, Megan, Rod and Cathy went walking along the coast. Jim, Moira, Chris and Wendy set off for Caernarfon Castle.
As Jon and Clair, Les and Jan, and us were the only ones on bikes, we set off together, heading for mount Snowdon. Our intention was to ride the train to the summit. That was until we found it was £15 each, and the train only went three quarters of the way up, so we went for a cruise round instead.
Clear blue skies, and warm October sunshine, lovely, fantastic place to ride slowly around, drinking in the views. And stop for the odd photo shoot of course.
Eventually we found our way to Bangor Pier, "Oh didn't we have a lovely time, the day we went to Bangher", or something like that, so the song goes.
Walking along the pier, it was a surprise to see some of the others, sat in the sunshine outside the cafe on the end, after much shouting and waving, we got ourselves tea and scones, boy they were nice.
We had a little swap round, so John could have a different biker bitch, for the ride back, and Clair came with me, so she could see what it was like on a real bike, apparently?
Saturday night, I wanted to get a group photo, only took about five attempts to get one, still it was worth it, a good picture, and we had a laugh too.
Dinner time, more excellent food, Rams and his wife once again put on a terrific spread for us, and then we watched England lose the rugby world cup final, bugger, still there was beer to be drunk, and games to play, we soon got over it.
As we were driving home, we decided not to have a late night, and duly trotted off to bed at around 2-30am.
Sunday morning, and yet another slap up meal, couldn't stay there too long, none of my clothes would fit any more.
The ride home in glorious autumnal sunshine was fantastic, mostly quiet roads, and a couple of stops for petrol, and coffee, and we were all home safely, but cream crackered. Another fabulously successful Lost Rider event.

Terry

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