Soggy Welsh Cakes en Plein Air
Compact easel with 8x10in at Lake Vyrnwy, mid-Wales The bad news came just before reaching my destination. I steered my bicycle alongside a shop and went in for some Welsh cakes. At the counter I was told that the weather was due to break anytime now and the forecast said very heavy rain. I looked at my Welsh cakes and wondered what they tasted like soggy. Twenty minutes later I rolled up to Lake Vyrnwy, mid-Wales, sporting a fine shean of Welsh drizzle. I've been told that there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes. My 'waterproof' was clinging to me like a polyester shower curtain and the rain started cascading off the peak of my helmet to form a frosted visor. Having spent a lifetime riding lightweight racing bikes, it is a novelty to be riding my utility bike with mudguards, armchair saddle and bags hanging off the racks. As I glanced at the overtaking 'roadies', miserably hunched over their handlebars with streaked backs and asses, I felt I