After a long spell deciding where to go in the morning it seamed after a drought of flying due to crap weather. I had scoured from north of England  - wind SE late afternoon,  to west coast of Cumbria - SW.
It was hard to make a choice in fact stuck for choice but decided on Thornnill as i had something to prove to my self about strong wind cross wind take offs.

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.