Beneath the leadened skies, we awoke anew,
Briefing's meteorologist's view askew.
Grey skies prevailed, as if the window lied,
Gliders gridded, awaiting skies to confide.
Lunchtime came, and skies remained still grey,
Tannoy's tones prolonged potential launch's sway.
Snuffers launched, into the quiet expanse,
Grey skies loomed, a hesitant dance.
Humber Estuary (JP)
At 13:45, the launch call was made,
Gliders dropped in air, like promises unswayed.
Pocklington's thermals, feeble and mild,
North hill nomads, through skies reconciled.
Eagles BBB with AXJ (JP)
Eagles soared, courtship above the ground,
Plastic admirers, they enchantingly found.
Wooden pair, from second point, did rise,
AXJ soared higher, skill in their skies.
The gaggle below (JP)
Huttin Cranswick, they parted their ways,
BBB nestled, in a stubble's embrace.
AXJ pressed on, toward Humber's embrace,
Lead skies encroached, a somber space.
Football club's edge, Hull's landing found,
AXJ grounded, sky's promise unbound.
DD3 raced, the task's path they wove,
Iron thermal's embrace, from Brigg they drove.
Another nice field (JP)
Tag team Eagles retrieved, day's journey done,
Thai takeaway savored, as setting sun won.
An unexpected day, weather's fickle grin,
Joy in the skies, despite lead skies' din.
John Pursey
