I've been wanting for a while now to try and do a bit more riding at night, and I now have a general pass for a night "out" once a week from Mr Z, so the idea is there, even if not the reality quite yet...
Last night was not going to be a BAM night, no point really as that awkward night that we never want to speak about again, that starts one month and ends another... Plus, whilst Mr Z has pretty much given up trying to talk any sense into me, young Miss Z freaked out somewhat at the thought of me cycling at night (I did suggest I could just ride along the canal, as that would be ever so safe...- not mentioning recent stories from here of course...but she wouldn't have any of it. So a bit of stealth was in order. I decided to put bike in car, drive to woods, sleep in hammock, ride bike at some point either before or after getting some sleep.
Last minute realized car didn't have enough charge to get me there. Took other car, which is too small to take a bike. Never mind, I thought, be flexible, go for a run instead, almost sort of the same-ish....especially the mental aspect of getting up out of a warm sleeping bag super early and still being able to function of sorts...
It was a very densely foggy night, eerily quiet. Good job I knew my place round very well. I quickly pushed away the thought of that nearby most haunted house in Britain...
Hammock was cosy and warm, except I'd had a different sleep mat, and for some reason had thought to use a bivvy bag around the sleeping bag, so it was all a lot more difficult to get into, and a lot more slippery. First time ever, the hammock on first attempt chucked me straight out the other side as soon as I'd got in!
I got to sleep about half eleven or so, then woke up a bit cold at half two, and found much to my surprise not the sky and trees above me, but my mat lying on top of me. Go figure.
I tried to get a bit more sleep, but didn't quite work, so at half three I got up, made some coffee and porridge, then packed up and drove to the common with a view of a gentle ploddy off road jog (oh, yes, I had the vague idea of going for 20k, for the Terrence Higgins Trust 20:30 challenge for world AIDS day).
Weird to explain, but, the fog up there really was so thick that, even though I know the place like the back of my hand, I couldn't really see the back of my hand, and the light just made it even worse...
So I changed plan again, drive into town, and plodded along the canal.... had half hope di might spook some unsuspecting bikepackers somewhere, but surely no-one would be daft enough to bivvy along a canal, now would they....

So yes, all a bit different, but object achieved, I spent a night out, got up after just three hours sleep or so, then managed to go do something in the dark!
Oh, and I figured on my cough at the end of the cold I picked up at the wobble, a couple of hours running in near freezing fog would be ideal really...