Howel Williams, Vicarage, Pontystrad, Glamorgan.

Hope return home this evening.

All is well.
DAVID.
Then pays his bill and tries to mount his bicycle the wrong way to the great amusement of the Boots; then remembers the right way and rides off, with the confidence of one long accustomed to bicycling, through the crowded traffic of Swansea in the direction of Llwchwr.
It was a very hot ride through a very lovely country, now largely spoilt by mining and metallurgy, along a road that was constantly climbing up steeply to descend abruptly.

David of course could have travelled by rail to the Pontyffynon station and thence have ridden back three miles to Pontystrad.

But he wished purposely to bicycle the whole way from Swansea and take in with the eye the land of his fathers.