On my little wish list has for a while been the Bum in the Mud Rally which from days
of forums and the like, friends have extolled the virtues of this rally and piglet
and her small band of helpers have often told me how cool it is, but somehow it has
always clashed with other events so how has it crept up to being the 13th year without
a Bosun attending?.
So this year I made it a goal to attend, sited on Mersea Island about 100 miles from
home it’s an adventure in itself to find in deepest Essex (yes I got very lost after
hunting another windmill) , and has to be said riding over a causeway, that can flood
at high tide, to reach the island is a cool way to make it feel even more of an adventure.
Now I have been to the island before for an owners club rally many, many years ago,
so I knew from experience not to camp near the sea as the wind does howl off the
sea. So I found a nice spot further back and started wandering around the site once
my pit had been arranged. You always know a rally will be good when those on site
give a cheery hello to complete strangers. Even nicer bumping into some friends I
haven’t seen in a good 10 years and some of my followers of my photo website, now
this then makes me wonder should I call them Bosunettes, Bosunites or Bosuneers?.
Being a youth camp the site gives rally goers the treat of a good bar, entertainment
area, toilet/shower block and a cafeteria serving main meals, and accommodation if
needed . Add in the huge marquee which had real ales and we are sorted. But if you
didn’t want that there was also a doughnut van, decent coffee and woodfired pizzas,
I sampled all of these, well rude not too.
With two distinct music styles in different areas I settled down for a pleasant
evening chatting to old friends and listening to Waxies Dargle, a Pogues tribute
band that almost had me dancing, but the world is not ready for a Bosun bouncing
The morning came around too soon with some enthusiastic birds on the dawn chorus,
I found my first coffee and looked at the guys doing the bike wash looking lonely.
I counted the few coins in my pocket and £8 later my least favourite job done and
a shiny bike result.
I had considered exploring the island, but got waylaid by doughnuts and more coffee
while chatting more as more friends arrived. And ever helpful I offered assistance
to a guy with a dead VFR, amazingly imperial tools can fit.
On the main field there was a small bike show too and we came up with the term “Hipster
Rats” for any bike, usually small, which has been” ratted” by spraying black and
adding an inappropriate seat but keeping reliable. Bring back real rats. Though
it has to be said there were some amazing bikes on the site of almost every genre.
Randomly for me the bike I would have loved was the big Suzuki with classical Barry
Sheen paintwork, not really my style but loved it.
Thinking back though on the whole event, the fact I spent ages chatting to folk hence
less photos , shows quite how relaxed and chilled out an event this is, well done
to piglet and her team. They are now looking at bumtoberfest for a bijou end of season
event hmm sounds good