It's a blooming windy Sunday. After an hour and a half sat on the M2 going nowhere, Goodwind finally makes it up the hill to find Paul, Dave, Kirk, Paul and Alan leaning into the stiff breeze.
Dave takes a foto of Kirk taking a foto of Paul
Dave launches for Paul
Successful flight, despite flying like a paper bag in a gale, the wee beastie doesn't end up 'landing' 3 miles downwind.
Alan likes to think of his Wildthing as more of a Black Mamba
Kirk's not shy of loading up, and show's us how to handle the conditions with style..