Can put my BAM for this month as 'done' please Zippy (unless off course someone from the astute points out why it isn't actually a BAM

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So I departed at around 9am on Monday with a plan to ride the 230 miles/12000ft to Landon which keep alluding me. The actual ride commenced a month or so ago when I bought the 'return ticket home' for approximately £11. Hence four yellow weather warnings and one amber (which I only noticed midride as it was an upgrade by the MET office it seems) weren't gonna stand in my way. Besides, if I cant ride this road ride then there's no chance for me on the bigger bikepacking events.
A few days before I'd got a chest infection which I really needed to tackle, and tackle it I did. As a nurse honey is being shown for its antibac properties and even before that I've always been a firm believer of its healing effects as its mentioned (for its healing effects) in The Quran. Along with this a person can to Muhammed (PBUH: prophet of Islam) and mentioned someone being poorly and Muhammad (PBUH) advised to give honey. Its a long hadith/statement and from its commentary I knew/believed its a matter of getting the levels in the system high enough.
So I went through about 250g of some locally sourced honey in different forms - raw spooned, in hot water drank, in ginger tea etc etc. I even put some on a sore that could become problematic and (as it always happens), like clockwork the sore was gone within 24 hours. So was the chest infection and midride i remember feeling and thinking, how lovely to have a breath of fresh air.
For the weather warnings I obviously packed my goretex army surplus overpants and the (almost on its last legs now) fleabay bargain goretex Lowe Alpine jacket. A lovely jacket that, with a little help from Stu (et al) on a thread on here, helped me prolonging its life (not Stus, the jacket

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During the packing phase I decided to forego the softshell and took my merino baslayer instead as it was "more packable". Possibly a mistake in hindsight.
So, as I was saying, 9am and I was out there aiming for Landon. 40 miles in a still no rain. Up until then it was sunshine galore. Stopped for a 'weewee' and suddenly signs of impending and sudden wetness showed through, with a bit of hail thrown in. Managed to get my waterproofs on in time and continued. Must have been four hours of non stop rain until the next, brief, 'ray of light and hope'. But the rain yesterday was so bad that I only actually removed my waterproofs, and changed my socks (something I learnt from Mike Halls vids back in the day: always take spare socks and underwear) when walking to the train station at 10am the next day.
I hadn't (and here comes the bivy bit) intended to bivy, but ride straight through. As well as saving me weight it would ensure I had a focus and target: just like the many reports of BB200s and Braunton150s, or so I had thought in my head. Even though they, quite rightly, have always taken some sort of emergency shelter/sleep kit. However, at 2am things took a little turn in my head.
After enduring alot of time in the rain as well as on the rain (there were sections where surface water seemed so deep along the entire road that I had a fear of aquaplaning if I didn't slow down properly), my head finally gave in as my steering started to wander due to sleepiness and there it was. My bivy spot out of the rain. All I needed to do was squeeze through and around the branches and sleep for a little while whilst sat upright leaning against the tree. If anyones wondering, yes it was painful on the bottom and yes I did manage about 39 winks: possibly 3 sets of around 4 minutes each.
Heres the spot (he goes trying to find a google image of where he slept, for safety off course)...

It was actually that very same tree/bush. I've obviously anonymised it so we dont have a wave of happy campers trying to get in under its shelter whilst they pretend they forgot their bags at home

.... I can assure you, it didn't look so romantic and enticing at the time, but was a welcome break from the moderately heavy but consistent rain.
After that (to finish off and for the sake of closure) I managed to ride on another 1.5 hours. This was whilst I wondered how I would manage to take off my jacket and shoes to make ablution for prayers, without catching a chill. It came at around 0330ish in the form of a lovely but tiny bus shelter. First I tried to have another sleep but this shelter - which I imagine at some point had been made Audaxateer proof -(but bikepacking friendly with its sheltered concrete floor... just like a tiny bothy*) had seats that if you nodded off, ejected you sideways as you list the balance. I almost ended up on floor but managed to be saved. Made ablution, prayed early morning prayers, and was off.
The next hour or so whilst the sun came up I pondered over the rule (had this been an ITT for example) that Greg recently emphasised, 'never scratch at night as morning will always bring nice'. It had started to become a bit 'pelty' with rain and surface water was everywhere. Puddles had become ponds and many time I judt about managed to get into centre of road from a near-miss (yes, I did think about what the hardnuts of this yesrs HT550 went through). I had been shivering a short while earlier in the bus shelter but now I was just cold!
Morning came and with it lots of maths in my head as to whether I'd make the cutoff and reach my train in London in time. Calculations proved that I would - by a 45 minute buffer. But then the sleep caught up again and I felt myself wandering like a 'drunken sailor'. This was 0600 and the sun had happily come up an hour earlier and with it the night had taken away the rain. Lieghton Buzzard station > unhappy passenger on train (who looked disgusted of me) with a frightful ticket lady before that (who looked terrified off me) > London Euston > Socks changed > cheap Nero coffee > Grand Central Train with a happy conductor (from UpNorth) who didn't look as terrified or disgusted > Mirfield > Home (to lits of food and commence contemplations of BB200 yet again!
*the people of R**ley, R***ill and E****ill obviously like us bikepacking folk.