Well only three of us at Cacra this morning, Rob, Tommy and myself.

After a brief chat at the bottom of the hill about the weather and Rob scaring a telephone pole and an old dear in her car (She was using the whole road mind you), we went of up the track in Tommy's Landrover, much to my relief!!.

Forecast was looking promising so took the day off work to try to fly. As is so often the case the forecast changed at the last minute and conditions were looking a tad strong but dropping mid afternoon. 

Well September greeted Wingbeat with the possibility of an afternoon of flying on the proviso that a journey would need to be made over the border to the Lake District - Clough Head to be precise.