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
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The excitement of pioneering a new site had faded slightly by the time I had wheezed and gasped my way to the top of what is quite possibly the steepest grassy slope in Europe. How the heck does grass stick to a gradient like this I thought, as I executed yet another Buster Keaton arm-flailing moment, narrowly avoiding cartwheeling back down to the reservoir.
Well I suppose it was down to me to write up the day at Witchie Knowe since it’s judged that I had the best of the day out of the five of us that flew.
