Tinto 16/8/2015
Well I have broken my duck for this year and managed to fly at tinto.
It was bright when I arrived around 11:30, and there was a reasonable breeze So it looked like a good day in prospect.
Where and when we've been flying
Well I have broken my duck for this year and managed to fly at tinto.
It was bright when I arrived around 11:30, and there was a reasonable breeze So it looked like a good day in prospect.
It's been a long time since I flew and between the 'perfect' Scottish summer and work commitments I was concerned that the unknown contents of a bag sat in the corner of the room would be a stranger to me. The usual idle banter on the group suggested this week would be flyable and I'd missed the Mountbenger trip the previous night but Thursday looked possible. Jamie's on-line response to my comment that I'd forgotten what to do with the contents of the paragliding bag was "you put them over your head and then run down the hill making squawking noises".....evidently Gerald thought this was a very unkind comment but Tommy just laughed!!
I had to be in town this morning and as I was heading home around 11am my phone rang. It was Steve Giles and Jude, Steves partner.
They were at the Grey Mares tail and they wanted to go flying...just as well the glider was in my van I thought.
Another chance at evening flying. A plan was made. Singlie with options to move on.
So... got to Singlie and Rob said it was too west.
We then parked up at Witchie and the four of us (Rob, Derek, Andrew and myself) headed up and over to Rough Knowe.
The night before, Jamie claimed it was going to be flyable tomorrow evening. So after work I set of for Mountbenger, it was pretty windy and even seemed to be W/NW...
It has been a good number of weeks since any flying has seemed possible so I had to tune my melted brain back into action.
Of course..Sundhope heights, that would work so I texted Dave Lyal who was on route, we met up and spoke with Duncan the farmer " Aye nae bother"...grand.
After an over nighter in Edinburgh, Dominic Job and I set out dead o’clock on the Monday morning for the airport for a 3 hour flight to Venice.
After missing out on the flying opertunities during the week I was keen to get some airtime
The forecast was for westerly winds. Strongish but dropping during the evening. Some discussion on the group but no one really that keen on the conditions