On the way to the Compasses, I rode through loads of large floods, but nearly turned back twice at huge expanses of water, until I found ways to walk round them. One was in a notoriously floody section between Terling and Fuller St. where a culvert was overloaded by the volume of water (if you've ridden this way, you'll know it for the triangular /!\ and /try your brakes\ signs). That section had loud rushing water, almost to the height of the raised pedestrian walkway. I've stopped to try and film it in the dark before, but the water was even higher this time around.
Whilst waiting here deciding if it would be possible to ride through, the car at the other side (some sort of chavmobile ... Corsa or similar) decided to gun it through the flood and try to soak the cyclist. He had underestimated the depth and so was unable to create the wall of water he had hoped for, although his bow wave did soak my right foot. The car shimmied quite badly when he hit the deepest part, and I thought "if he floods it, or loses control, or if he gets water in his air intake and blows the pistons out of the top of his engine, I will laugh my cock off". Unfortunately it didn't happen (the car thing, not the cock thing).
A number of Winter ales were sampled, (I particularly remember the Bishop Nick St Nicholas, the Farmers Christmas Stout, and Santa's Swallie (brewery has slipped my mind - somewhere in Scotchland) as being extremely tasty). Bloomers forced mulled wine and cider on me too.
On the way home, I rerouted via Youngs End and the Notleys, so only had to cross 3 floods (all of which were on the road from Littley Green to the B<mumble> (road to Great Leighs)). The Faulkbourne road, thankfully had nothing more than a few puddles that it was possible to ride around.
I got home around 1am, and managed not to see any non-existent doors. I was, however, very glad to have MTFUed and got out on the bike, even if I now have the start of a cold developing.
