The Doctors "who" never believe my gliding forecast (Chris M and John A) sat
smugly in the warm club house as I predicted a good day.
The evil North wind was battering the windows like a rejected trick and treater stepping out on to the patio reminded me of the time I used to paint lighthouses in the Arctic, and yet John Sil and I were confident that the day was going to be a success ........probably.
After a few cups of tea and several bacon butties the decision was made to tow the K21's to the 'famously warm' SW corner.
The brave few that made the long walk huddled behind the launch point vehicle like a group of inner-city hoodies.
John Sil and I decided to have a met flight, the cable broke at 1200ft, the parachute and 400ft of rope flew out of sight ending up in the fields at the bottom of the south ridge!
Two brave members Geoff L ( wearing his new fur lined onesie available from all good online auction sites) and Aston "volunteered" to go find it.
News filtered back that they were indeed at the bottom of the hill with the rope coiled neatly.
A 4x4 rescue squad soon picked them up, however Geoff's onesie was now more of a hindrance than a help, he was sweating like a glassblowers dog.
After lunch flying resumed, conditions were still testing with a 20kts NNE wind but all the Thursday regulars coped remarkably well, some extended flights were possible with teasing lift near the North ridge.
Everyone who wanted to fly had a couple of flights each, the kit was put to bed as darkness fell.
A productive day as predicted !
More of the same medicine next week Doc's ?? - Mark C.
The evil North wind was battering the windows like a rejected trick and treater stepping out on to the patio reminded me of the time I used to paint lighthouses in the Arctic, and yet John Sil and I were confident that the day was going to be a success ........probably.
After a few cups of tea and several bacon butties the decision was made to tow the K21's to the 'famously warm' SW corner.
The brave few that made the long walk huddled behind the launch point vehicle like a group of inner-city hoodies.
John Sil and I decided to have a met flight, the cable broke at 1200ft, the parachute and 400ft of rope flew out of sight ending up in the fields at the bottom of the south ridge!
Two brave members Geoff L ( wearing his new fur lined onesie available from all good online auction sites) and Aston "volunteered" to go find it.
News filtered back that they were indeed at the bottom of the hill with the rope coiled neatly.
A 4x4 rescue squad soon picked them up, however Geoff's onesie was now more of a hindrance than a help, he was sweating like a glassblowers dog.
After lunch flying resumed, conditions were still testing with a 20kts NNE wind but all the Thursday regulars coped remarkably well, some extended flights were possible with teasing lift near the North ridge.
Everyone who wanted to fly had a couple of flights each, the kit was put to bed as darkness fell.
A productive day as predicted !
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| Lovely sunset from the south west corner of the field |
