Another escapade on the Escapade in Sean's company.
For once, I avoided making Sean wait for me, and he rolled up just as I was adding a layer. As we rolled off on our route, we discussed the myriad failings of land access, freehub and cassette compatibility, and Stan's.
We rattled along back roads and past TV locations, wound our way through copses and rolled over the downs. Goldfinches flitted across our path, Ravens flapped lazily to their roosts, and rabbits lolloped across the meadows.
No ferries this time, but we found a station that would have Reg's esoteric infrastructure antennae twitching.*
Further sightseeing included a variety of pillboxes, and a round of tap roulette.** We also came across evidence of BB200: The Southern Edition.
We'd both eaten before heading out, but a pub stop offered the chance of puddings, which we eagerly embraced. Suitably refuelled and rehydrated, we headed for our camping spot for the evening. Sean's spring recces hadn't accounted for the explosion of undergrowth that had surged forth since, but we found a clearing and pitched tarps, both from Sean's MYOG Boutique. Camp set, we cracked open the last of our supplies and drank in beers and views across the bay before the intensifying precipitation sent us scurrying away into our bivvies.
Morning broke, and we packed up before setting off for a breakfast rendezvous with Mrs Bearlegged and the cubs. More railway lines*** sped us on our way, and after a short, sharp climb, we arrived almost bang on opening time. Another very pleasant night out with our Southern Correspondent.
3 beers each
1 pudding each
1 check shirt
2 Ravens
Pics here:
https://www.instagram.com/p/CelgbHso6Et/
https://www.instagram.com/p/Celhj6II4Va/
2022 BAM 6/12
2022 total bivvies 7
Current streak (months) 43
*Non-historically-inclined readers may wish to skip the next post
**Will they work or not???
***Of the dismantled variety