Should've gone for my BAM last night, but the rain that was forecast for exactly the time I would be heading for my stop put me off. Instead, I got up early and headed out on a 165km loop. It ended up being 168km, as I got 1.5km down the road and realised I'd forgotten a mask, which I'd need for the cafe stops.
Conditions were variable.
Some byways and bridleways were still in OK condition, but most has reverted to unridable slop, at least my skill level meant they were unridable. You know you're flogging a dead horse when your front wheel bogs down and you come to a shuddering halt while going downhill.
I had to take shelter in an open sided barn at one point, as it was hosing it down. Full of hay bails, with a perfect sleeping platform, I may have to return. Shortly there after, we came to a ploughed and tilled field, given the state of the chap who'd just ridden over it on a proper mountain bike, I escaped around the edge, life it too short.
I was struggling after the second cafe stop, with my average speed dropping right down and I just had to concentrate on turning the pedals. Then at about 150km the wheels properly fell off, everything hurt, hyperventilating, barely able to make any forward progress. We eventually made it home, and had to spend about half an hour flat on my back with my legs up, and it was a couple of hours before we started feeling "normal" again.