chancie boys

Goodwind has worked his fingers to the bone this week, but with the decks clear this morning he takes a chance (despite the southerly wind) and heads out to the hallowed turf. It seems other folk have the same idea...

'mah bitches are hot man!, you want some good punani?'

the local constabulary needs a bit of bribary and corruption,

but comes round in the end

hotliner? but where's the ailerons?.......

.....oh! now I see!

father and son

The conditions are not good, far too much south, with zero slope lift. Paul manages to get away with his Salome but it's a risky business as the only thermals cycling through are on the far side of the castle...

Rod has the tool for the job!

Ray is sceptical....

under the bonnet!

Paul, Rod and Tom exercise their 'right to roam' and head round the back of Guffer's Gully, to soar the southeasterly face of Bald Knob. The lift is smooth and perfectly suited to their array of floaty floaters.

airbourne.... the rubber fox gets away!

fox and alula mate on the wing, but what will be born of it?

....seems we will not have to wait long to find out, the fox finds a suitable perch to begin nesting

Paul is shot in the chest by a beam of pure energy from the evil super-villain trying to take over the soaring world from his subterranean base under Bearstead Golf Club.

low pass

fox takes to the wing again, and heads to the local chemist
for a course of worming tablets

for the record, Tom would like to point out that the size of his plane
bears no relationship to the size of his manhood

father and son again!

Every retrieve throws up the herbal scent of summertime downland flora. It ends up being a fantastic evening, nobody shoos us off the Knob and we stroll back to the cars with our flying thirst quenched.

We meet an unknown flyer lurking by the flint tumulus and chat as the hot air baloons start to break the horizon. To top it all a Spitfire does a low circuit of the field, waggles it's wings over Detling and heads off in the direction of Biggin Hill and the sun set.

Sorry to say Goodwind's camera batteries had run out by this point!