On Monday though, it was time to return to Cardiff Arms Park, the scene of our jubilant departure less than a week before, to collect my bike which had been repatriated by PIE. Entering the bar and seeing all the bicycles neatly stationed around the perimeter was almost akin to entering a graveyard. The silence was quite perturbing. Bereft of their owners, the bikes looked, and felt out of place! All in all it felt like a sad, but fitting end to the trip. I was glad to see David picking up his bike as I left though, to pick up my spirits and talk over the journey and the experience as a whole.