mustardbeak-
It was pretty surreal.
I had the dozies real bad at the time, and can't recall whole swathes of the night shift, but I can clearly recall the whole night sky lighting up above the canopy we were under. The everything silhouetted. It really was beautiful.
As an added bonus it temporaily woke me up a little too.
Thw whole weekend was a bit odd, from tramping around Poole trying trying settle down (I ended up pulling a couple of bins around the bus in the starting car park to provide cover- but don't tell anyone!),
two HUGE thunder storms, a massive prolonged spell the next morning., sunburnt kneecaps, a swollen eye from a rogue gnat, a live badger cub running in front of me for anout 200m (funny little creature it was), and finally, my wife actually offered to drive and pick me up!Great weekend though - and a good showing from ACH 4 of the 14 finishers and 2 of the 3 fixers.
I also earnt my first lanterne rouge.
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Ouch.
Brimstone weekend.
Cold. Hot. Wet. Dry. Painful. Amazing.
Please - everyone should ride this ride.
Just hardboiled left. Confirmed as 15/07. In keeping with the ethos of the calendar, I'm going to travel down late at night and start at 0001 ish.