12/12

36 in a row
Winter Bivi ,Salop,peaks …It was emotional
The first hurdle was arriving home from working away in London to be informed the my wife had decided to bugger my plans by working, with luck both children were off out for the afternoon with friends so i managed to get away by 1 PM. chucked kit in the van and i managed around 500 yards before the the gear stick turned into just a stick, the AA arrived an hour later and towed me off the slip road. In true Bear Bones style he managed to repair the dodgy selector mechanism with a Zip tie

I rolled into Church Stretton around five, of course this meant i was in the vicinity of Reg the rain god and it duly started to rain as i unpacked the bike''
As our table in the Three Tuns was booked for 6:30 i headed to Bishops castle on the road in the steadily increasing rain, gradually the rain turned sleety then as i climbed higher into a full on blizzard! At one point it was hard to see where i was going due to the reflected light from the falling snow, it was so utterly bonkers i was ridding with a big grin and the occasional giggle
The others has sensibly avoided the 'fun' by arriving at the Tuns early and i wasted no time catching up with the sports hydration and a big steak, off up the mynd for a cold bivvy i realised too late that i was missing my phone and wallet.
Calling my phone from the cafe in the morning ,i got through on a poor line and it seemed that it was all safe at the tuns.....
however when i called in they knew nothing about it and repeated calls to my number went unanswered, then i remembered about the 'find my iphone' feature and borrowed another iphone from the very helpful staff at the tuns, my phone was in Ludlow!!! and only had 1 % charge remaining. Although it was hopeless i rang it one last time and it was answered

A rendezvous was hastily arranged and when i finally met the chap he explained that he found them both lying in the road, unfortunately the phone had been run over

but i had my wallet and work cards back.
I must of shoved them in the pocket of my Paramo forgetting that the zippered hand pockets only lead to internal hand warmers and the stuff must of rattled around before falling out the hem..
A big thank you to the staff at the Three Tuns who were very helpful and most of all the the extremely honest chap who went out of his way to get them back to me, without a phone and my work stuff i would have been deep in it!
was fun, same time next year

We’re all individuals, except me.
I woke up this morning but I’m still in the dark