Even so, at a water temperature of 15 deg, it took some will power to get wet...
...but it felt great afterwards with all that blood rush to the capillaries.
We drove home via the Brecon Beacons...
..and were delighted to find the annual jazz festival in full swing in Brecon town when we stopped for lunch. There was live jazz playing in the pubs, in tea rooms, and on the streets.
The crowds were out...
...and there were lots of tempting street stalls - fresh Welsh Cakes..
...lovely muffins..
..and of course local beer which had to be sampled.
It was then a quick run back over the Severn River Bridge..














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