Feb BAM...26th...14 of 14...
A bit late, been busy.
So many of my BAM's have been a mystery as to where one will pitch. Sunday nights trip was no exception.
My original plan to travel up to Penkridge for the Big Midlands Cycle Market Jumble that day, meet up with my mucker Dave, then bike somewhere in Staffs. for a wild camp.
So we did the jumble, bought some stuff (got me an On One 'Jones h-bar' type handlebar! and a cycle/hike waist bag (another belated discovery some 10-20 years late) ), Dave got a high pressure pump.
Change of plan hereon in, Dave was booked for a live interview with Radio Leicester at 1640, regarding his career as a songwriter and singer!
Following a damned good showing

Dave was certainly up for celebrating

. Many congratulations Dave and wishing you all the best in your future music career
Still daylight we biked 4 miles to his chosen destination. The Bridge Inn at Brewood. We alighted round the back, there's a car park, and beyond a grass area ideal for our wild camp. Drawn to a covered area with tables and chairs on an astro turf floor we settled, quaffing pints of Old Empire IPA. Certainly tickles the parts!
Conversation flowed in such a buoyant mood, particularly for Dave.
Without malice aforethought I light heartedly mentioned how good it would be to camp on the astro turf. The seed was sown. Another pint ordered, but we missed the opportunity to seek permission. Ordering the next pint we discussed who would ask Helen the landlady. I took the mantle and wooed Helen with some surprising lines. She was totally receptive to our request, but hit me hard with tales from her 'back in the day' girl guides camping. I revelled in her tales of hardship and old empirical ways. Walking to the lat (latrine) across a sheep field barefooted, then returning to the fully populated large ridge tent covered in poor show

Hanging wellies upside down on sticks embedded in the ground. Lifting the sides of the tent during the day to air the ground. I felt in awe and love, certainly humbled by Helen, a hardcore lady completely connected with our ethos.
So there we were, our genuine intentions to use the area of grass, now gone, unashamedly pitching our tents on astro grass under cover. The benefits: flat pitch, chairs for tent pegs, cover from rain, getting in some glamping

!! I retired to bed, excited to use my Vaude Bivi tent again, been a long time. Dave continued with his celebrations, I know my whisky, that I couldn't touch for too much beer, was all gone in the morn!
Dave surfaced lateish , one could certainly see his commitment to the celebratory cause
We survived a cold, hardcore night in luxurious surroundings.
