You never know when you do something for the last time?
My husband and I were feeling a bit stressed. You know how it is, too much to do and never enough time: things piling up, blood pressure rising somewhat alarmingly, so we decided to have a day out and relax. We packed a picnic, loaded our cycles into the van, and took off for Brecon, about two and a half hours away from our home in West Wales. It’s an area we love, and we’d been thinking about buying a small boat on the Monmouth and Brecon canal and getting some quality ‘down-time’. A ride along the towpath was just what the doctor ordered, and we could look for boats for sale while we rode.
Now, my husband, James, is tall: six feet four inches to be precise, so finding anything to fit him, be it boat, bike, or clothes… a 34 inch inside leg, hands like hams, size 13…
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