My first brew day doing BIAB was in the middle of the summer. I got cracking early doors and was down to the draining/sparging stage when I realised that (duh duh DUUUUH) I hadn't any way of cooling the wort down to pitching temperature.
This, on its own, isn't completely disastrous. I left my kettle in a sink of cold water (which became hot laughably quickly) and rushed off to my friendly local Morrisons to get ice.
This being summertime, there were only two bags of ice cubes left instore. I panicked and bought a bag of frozen peas as well and sweatily dashed back to my house.
Upon arriving, I realised that I had left the back porch open and several flies were lazily hovering near the open pot--ironically, the heat of the wort put them off having a dip.
I packed the ice into the sink and refilled with water, burning myself on the pot as I pathetically tried to stir water around it. The ice gave up the ghost very quickly and I found myself noticing a new, horrible problem.
Afternoon sunlight was beginning to shine in from the window. The lid of my kettle is Perspex and the bitter, hopped wort could go nowhere else save the sink. What followed was a race against the clock (and season) which involved me dunking the bag of frozen peas into the liquid as a sort of poor-man's heat exchange. The sun was creeping round and threatening to skunk my brew so I tipped the lot into the FV and hid the FV in the downstairs bathroom.
After about a day and a half I finally pitched the yeast and ended up with a decent, but cloudy, i. Pea. a