Three actual bivvies this week, not counting the one in a campsite.
I'll pick the last one, undoubtedly the most exciting one of the lot, if not ever.
No pictures just yet, sorry, I will try paint the scene with words...
It's been a beautiful long hot sunny summer's day, you've been riding since 6am, and it is now getting close to 10pm. You're high on life, the riding is good, smooth and down more than up, and there is a stunning sunset going on to your left, in the big wide open sky, as you're on a plain of grain fields quite high up.
You were aiming for a night spent in the vineyards overlooking the river Rhine, but realise that's still a good hour away or more, and chances are the track will take you back down into a valley or some woods and you'll lose that beautiful view of the sky.
So you think, nope, this is just so lovely, next nice spot we see up here, let's call it a (good) day.
Literally half a minute later, you spot a tiny gap on your right in a hedgerow. The right side is good you think, better for seeing the sunrise in the morning.
You stop, peep round the corner, and can't believe your eyes:
Nicely tucked away out of view from the road, as per above with the small gap in a hedge.
But, amazing, good size flat area with strimmed grass, and a bench, obviously placed there for the views, which were stunning.
Gently downward sloping big field of rye with pretty wildflowers mixed in right in front of me, starting maybe ten feet from my bed.
Thinking I've won the bivvy lottery, I set up for the night and lie down. Perfect, there's even a little "bum hole", as in a perfectly shaped depression in the ground to park my derriere in.
Nod off to sleep almost instantly.
Wake up almost instantly a few minutes later.
Adorable but equally alarming snuffling grunting and squeaking sound of several baby wild boar, really close, and I mean REALLY close, hidden from view in the grain field.
You've never seen me move as fast as when I leapt up onto that bench, drawing my knees up to my chest and, remembering the thing about wild boar only being really quite dangerous when they have babies with them, expecting mummy to burst through the edge of the field somewhere at any moment and go for me, you know, like in some horror film, when you know it's coming but not sure exactly where and at what moment

.
Considered hiding behind bench and bike, but then thought no, that could make it worse if they do come out and then my presence is more of a surprise, at least here they can see me...
They stayed for a really long time, heard mummy as well, but they didn't come out. Briefly considered moving on, but then thought riding through the forest at night could just recreate a similar problem elsewhere, possibly worse.
After a long time, it went quiet.
There was no way I was sleeping on the ground, so bench it was. Reasonably comfy.
Went to sleep, no not really, it was all too exciting and not really comfy.
Tried to roll over.
Slid then fell off the bench, hands trapped inside sleeping bag
Got back up there, more hours of not really sleeping.
Gave up eventually, all quiet, slept on the floor.
Slept really well, bum hole and all.
Woke up at what felt like a luxurious lie in, 5.30, sun already high in the sky.
Felt wrecked and cold, maybe a slow stretch and a snack before packing up.
Grunt grunt.
Legged it!!!!!