For those of you who would like to become Pirates, a cautionary tale:
A pirate walked into a bar, and the bartender said, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What happened? You look terrible." "What do you mean?" said the pirate, "I feel fine.""What about the wooden leg? You didn't have that before." "Well," said the pirate, "We were in a battle, and I got hit with a cannon ball, but I'm fine now." The bartender replied, "Well, OK, but what about that hook? What happened to your hand?"
The pirate explained, "We were in another battle. I boarded a ship and got into a sword fight. My hand was cut off. I got fitted with a hook but I'm fine, really." "What about that eye patch?" "Oh," said the pirate, "One day we were at sea, and a flock of birds flew over. I looked up, and one of them sh1t in my eye." "You're kidding," said the bartender. "You couldn't lose an eye just from bird sh1t." "It was my first day with the hook."
FB - don't know which Aber you meant but you've just reminded me of a ride I did many years ago, from Abergavenny (girlfriend's house) to Aberaeron (girlfriend's aunt's caravan), long before I did any of this IM nonsense. I mentioned I was thinking of cycling, girlfriend's father (who had very strong opinions) said I couldn't possibly cycle all that way so of course I jolly well had to after that, just to prove the old burger wrong. I had no idea how far it was, didn't have a decent map either, but I got there and I recall a most welcome pint of Feelingfoul on arrival. Happy memories!