| Flight details: | After lunch, cycles came and went. With a half-decent flight already behind me, I was more inclined to gamble. So, after a sinky bit had grounded everyone except a fortunate few a thousand feet or more above take-off, I resolved to launch as soon as I felt the first stirring of the next cycle.
It proved a decent plan, although of course it soon became busy even well above launch. But a climb with Owen on his tandem and John Turczak never felt like The One. From about 1800 feet ASL I couldn't face returning to the madhouse, so headed for Newtimber. There I found a scrappy climb, but that didn't feel like The One either, and wasn't. It was neither westerly nor northerly enough to make Newtimber easily soarable, so down I went.
My Telegram plea for a lift was answered by the most skilful, best-looking and wittiest pilot in the Southern Hang Gliding Club, Mr Christopher Bere. |
