Hopefully Rich will edit some of this together, some notable things I remember about the w/e.
PICTURES CAN BE FOUND HEREÂ

LtoR- Rich (Capt), James, Mackie,Anna,Luke,Simon,Anters,Clay,John & KevÂ
Friday - expecting to be charged £10.90 for the bridge and actually being charged £5.90 - result! Reduction in the cost per person, down to £11 instead of £12.00.
Arriving at site to be greated by midges from hell, worse than the Scottish ones I remembered from my youth (probably not, but hey.) The cafe was shut so an impromptu gathering on the balcony was in order, fortunately midge free. A number of beers and a few stories were swapped.
A reasonable nights sleep in the tent, fortunately Mark brought a huuuge supply of ear plugs so all external noise was banished for me anyway.
Earlyish start to find that the cafe didn’t serve food until 9.00am, from 8:30ish most of us had ordered breakfast and were waiting, drinking tea, or fancy coffee in Rich’s case!   Breakfast’s of gargantuan proportions eventually arrived, ready fuelled for the day on the bike we went off to get ready, noting the rain had stopped.
First climb following the Whites route, I have found out was 6km long, I will check my GPS when I get the chance. About half way up we re-grouped on a fire-road, and waited, and waited, and waited, the midges were becoming unbearable by this time. Turns out Mackie had a mechanical, and his newly bike shop set-up Cove had a un adjusted front mech, so was thowing the chain of the granny ring. Our resident bike guru James eventually had it sorted with the limited tools available, so off we went.
Up the remainder of the 6km to the top, through “Dastardly and Muttley”,
another really enjoyable climb, another regroup about half way up in a break in the trees to be eaten by midges again. Eventually all of us made it to the top, the weather was great and the views were fantastic
Now on to the serious downs, with little bits of climbing. Something for all abilities, a personal favourite was the wood work section. Some great woops, and slabs, my newly tubeless front wheel not working, so I used 3 CO2 canisters to get me to the bottom, while I was stopped topping my wheel up, Kev had a go at a tricky step on a slab and went over the bars, no harm done, except to his bike, a broken brake lever, and an interesting final descent.

Fighting the midges - above -Re-group at the bottom, huge grins all round. I topped up my front wheel again, short spin back to the campsite for lunch. Gave up with my front wheel and stopped to put a tube in, thanks to Luke for pumping it up with his hand pump.
Arrived just in time as Tim and Roger had arrived and were about to set off on their own. We stopped for lunch at the cafe, some of even had a beer (I can certainly recommend the Weissbeer), more huge portions and we were ready for the afternoon.
Rich decided his back had had enough, and Kev’s bike needed a new brake, so were two down. Decided we would to the Wall from the other trail centre, while we waited for Anna to get a new front mech fixed (the other mechanical of the morning), James made a tit (OTT speak) of himself by wheelying himself onto the gravel path, fortunately his armour saved most of him, still a nastly gash on his elbow tho’
So, 7 miles flat spin (okay slightly down hill) to the start of the Wall, and then what seemed like miles and miles of fireroad, lots of closed sections, and we were all getting tired and didn’t fancy the 7 miles slightly uphill back, so we option to finish on Whites instead of the wall, so did most of the same down we did in the morning, still awesome!  Only mechanical was Anters getting a puncture.
Saturday finished and we were all well and truly kanckered, 28miles overall, or 21 taking off the spin to the other centre, small distance, big climbs.
Saturday evening in the cafe was very subdued, a few beers, not much talk and early to bed (for some of us anyway-R)
Sunday, weather was very overcast, we decided to do the big one, the Skyline, Mackie had had enough, fair play did the whole of Saturday, so stayed at the campsite to drink coffee and watch the sport, Rich’s back still not good, but Kev’s bike had as brand new brake fitted.
Of we went, same climb as Whites, which I led, and to my utter amazement set a reasonable pace and didn’t hold James, Tim and Clay up who were following. Same regroup area, and then up to the top, again I managed to get to the front and led the lead party up. Weather was getting very blowy by this time, so out came the outers. More fire-roads, and up into the mist as the rain started coming down. Lots of the Skyline singletrack seemed to be closed (or maybe that was just me?), so we diverted onto fireroads which was getting tiresome, especially as the rain was really coming down.
Regroup after some singeltrack, Riding High if I remember, and some lunch, so all the bars, cakes etc, were scoffed at great speed. 4 ramblers came to look at the view (approx 50m of mist!), must have thought we were bonkers. Of again and more single track, On the Edge, really exposed, and if there was no mist I’m sure would’ve been a great view too. Anters had another puncture and ripped his tyre, which took time to fix, more standing around in the rain!
More fireroad, and now it was begining to get tiresome, we did manage to buzz the ramblers on a fireroad down tho’, we were all wet and covered in fireroad grime, so we missed a section, and followed yet more diversions.
Eventually we hit some single track, and I had a serious moment where I didn’t have any brakes, ended much faster than I intended through a section, Tim seemed impressed tho’ . Changed pads at the end of that section, Clay did the same after scrounging some pads from John who happened to have the same type. At this point the map had almost disintegrated in the rain, but James informed us that we had “the longest singletrack descent in the U.K.” to finish.
Off we went, the first part was called Joyrider, very enjoyable, next was yet more fire road, this time so steep we all used granny to get up it, this was on the bit of the map which had gone, which is why James had missed it. Anyway final descent, was worth all the wet and misery, fast, technical, slabs, steps, it had it all, a joy to ride (what a pun!). I have been told that the big steps bit had a skull and cross bones on it, I missed it, I was concentrating so hard.
Anyway, regroup at the campsite, coffee and cake and off home about 4.
Quiet time in the bus on the way back, until about 30 miles from St. Albans the power steering went, I managed to nurse it back to James’ to drop everyone off, and then back to mine, which took a huge effort to get into my drive, partly because my arms hurt so much from the final descent.
Fantastic weekend, and I WILL be going to Wales again. - Blog from Simon
Take a look a YOUTUBE video added by Rich (not by OTT) - click here