I ticked off this month’s BAM on Thursday-Friday of this week. Lousy weather as well as miscellaneous real life commitments had conspired to prevent me getting it done earlier in the month. The weather forecast for Thursday looked less ominous than of late so off I went into my regular stomping ground of East Lothian.
A couple of years ago while riding some eastern sections of the John Muir Way I’d strayed slightly off route to check out a couple of large ponds I’d seen on my pre-ride GE study. I was intrigued to see a fairly basic log cabin-type shack near the water’s edge. It had no window panes… or even a door, but it was otherwise weather proof and I resolved to come back one day and use it for BAM purposes.
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It’s quite a popular venue for dog walkers and bird watchers, etc. so I hung back until just before last light when things would be quieter. I soon got settled in but a cold wind coming off the pond and through the open door meant that despite my down jacket, trousers and boots, I was feeling a bit chilled. However, once I’d strategically placed one of the hut’s two tables across the foot of the door space to block the wind things improved dramatically.
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I must admit I didn’t have the best night’s sleep, chiefly due to the noisy wildfowl who clearly don’t follow the received wisdom of getting at least eight hours sleep a night!
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The next day dawned dry and bright and the wind had dropped. I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast seated at the window watching swans, ducks, coots and moorhens on the water as well as a robin, wren and a gang of blue tits on the nearby bird feeders. Good for the soul!
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So that's 2 of 12 done for this year, my 50th consecutive BAM and, incidentally, my first as an OAP.

One day, you’ll wake up and there won't be any more time to do the thing you always wanted to do. Do it now. – Paolo Coelho