The land where 4 waters meet
Now don't get me wrong, I, like most men like driving through big puddles in my van whilst simultaneously shouting "TAKE THAT" - but today was a bit extreme!
Pursuing Paul S up "Forest Glade hill" was a bit like following one of "The Maids of the Mist" boats at Niagara! I kid you not it was a river. Every now and again my steely attention diverted by leaping salmon returning to spawn, passing canoeist were shouting "my rapids" and there at the top was Adrian, never slow at making a quick buck was hiring inner tubes for float rides.
Get the picture? Yep it was wet.
Already at the clubhouse working hard was our new catering team, we took advantage of the early breakfast being offered before splitting off into various working parties.
The Tug hanger needed a good sort out and
early spring clean, so Paul S, Mike S and Mark C set about clearing out
any "surplus" equipment. Ian M despite being desperate for a toilet
intermission and a belated breakfast (his watch is still on British
Mitchell time) could not bring himself to leave the working party in
fear of something valuable (spare engine) being thrown out!
The K21 was removed from the workshop and put into the trailer ready to be dropped off for some gel work next week. The effort put in by JB and crew will mean that this will only be a small task rather that the much bigger job that was feared.
A working party led by Pete S headed for the main entrance where the damaged sign was refitted, both Mike S and Pete Sm both commented that they had a very relaxing trip hanging onto the Kubota whilst Paul S demonstrated how he used to drive Rickshaws in Mumbai.
In the main hanger Jill and Pete with help from Pete Sm and Mike S took the K13 apart to allow Adrian to plan the K13 trailer fittings.
Later Pete St (captain grump) and JB put their respective gliders into the workshop ready for yet more fettling, as if they need it! Although Andrew L with the use of his electron microscope, did manage to find part of a toenail of a "Daddy Longlegs" trapped in JB's D.V panel, some thought it might have been a grain of salt.
Now don't get me wrong, I, like most men like driving through big puddles in my van whilst simultaneously shouting "TAKE THAT" - but today was a bit extreme!
Pursuing Paul S up "Forest Glade hill" was a bit like following one of "The Maids of the Mist" boats at Niagara! I kid you not it was a river. Every now and again my steely attention diverted by leaping salmon returning to spawn, passing canoeist were shouting "my rapids" and there at the top was Adrian, never slow at making a quick buck was hiring inner tubes for float rides.
Get the picture? Yep it was wet.
Already at the clubhouse working hard was our new catering team, we took advantage of the early breakfast being offered before splitting off into various working parties.
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| North Hill cafe - the new 'H' taking a quick breather |
The K21 was removed from the workshop and put into the trailer ready to be dropped off for some gel work next week. The effort put in by JB and crew will mean that this will only be a small task rather that the much bigger job that was feared.
A working party led by Pete S headed for the main entrance where the damaged sign was refitted, both Mike S and Pete Sm both commented that they had a very relaxing trip hanging onto the Kubota whilst Paul S demonstrated how he used to drive Rickshaws in Mumbai.
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| That looks about level.... |
In the main hanger Jill and Pete with help from Pete Sm and Mike S took the K13 apart to allow Adrian to plan the K13 trailer fittings.
Later Pete St (captain grump) and JB put their respective gliders into the workshop ready for yet more fettling, as if they need it! Although Andrew L with the use of his electron microscope, did manage to find part of a toenail of a "Daddy Longlegs" trapped in JB's D.V panel, some thought it might have been a grain of salt.
Pete H fitted a new screen in the briefing room, ready for a projector installation.
Lots of jobs done today with great enthusiasm, but as we left the club with our life jackets pumped up (yes, yes I know we should not inflate them until outside the vehicle) ready for the trip back down the rapids - the field was still awash, with more rain in the forecast I might have to Join Adrian! - MC (ed: pretty good report for someone with man flu!)
