| Flight details: | A tricky flight and rather harder than expected. The wind, more westerly than anticipated, proved a more southerly route towards the Malverns was unlikely.
Flying to the east of the Clee Hills, I eventually managed to catch up with Mark Watts and Carlo, near Cleobury Mortimer, who were engaged in a thermal directly above. Alas, I found myself too low to take advantage and I bombed out at around 30ks. Seconds after landing an RAF jet screamed overhead at less than 200'. Had I been in the air while preparing to land, flesh and bone would have splattered his windscreen and we would both have been dead.
A friendly taxi driver took me back on a tiny moorland road, over the Clee Hills, passing the golf ball radar domes on the way. 'These hills' he said 'are the highest point in a straight line from here to the Ural Mountains.' The local Inn is called The Kremlin where they frequently tune in to Russian Radio. No wonder the low flying jets!
A good day with Grita, Pete Impey and others and so glad not to have been savaged by the lone BAE Hawk! |
