50mph gusts had been predicted...hooning rain on the cards...zombie apocalypse likely...(probably).
Regardless, despite being advised against such a foolish venture we'd already packed our bags and we planning on swapping secret santa goodies on't hills, so it was too late now!
It's only about 12 miles out to 'the spot', but yet we somehow managed to deal with a slow puncture, tubeless-> tubed faff, and a few pee stops!
However, as predicted, camp had been set up and the woods were steadily being fed into the flames!
I, on the other hand, had a three course supper planned!
The menu was:
- Roast Camembert and bread sticks
- Steak, cous-cous and steamed veg
- Chocolate dusted almonds
After food and fire stoking, we all swapped secret santa goodies... Ta muchly to whoever got me my bobble hat!
It appeared someone had spiked Tim's 14th drink, and it all became a bit too much for him. Being the sensible chaps we are, myself and Hoops managed to take hi muddy boots off and help him into his bag!
As expected - Asbo's attempt at pitching a bivvy was lacklustre to say the least. It's rare to have 4 bikes available to hold down your tarp, however on this occasion he stuck luck..
A mix of careful planning on expected wind direction, and some handy tarp pitching (line between two trees, tarp hung below), despite the winds properly howling, and the rain really giving it some, we didn't get a drop of water in on us!
Here's Lee sleeping like a baby..
Camp was taken down, and the the rain started again so we tabbed it back along the road..
People still think you're mad for doing it....but who wants to be sane eh?!