who's the daddy?
Mist, murk and drizzle start Saturday off, but on a positive note it's brought in on a sou' wester! This means there's a few optimists staring into the gloom as white gliders drift in and out of visibility up on the hill.
the air bitch project
Phil is convinced that by 12.30 things will improve. At 12.29 the clouds part, the ground spews forth a plethora of thermal activity and the sky instantly fills with paragliders.
Soon the warmth reaches far-off burrows and blinking, squinting aeromodellers shuffle onto the hill side to bask in the rays and throw stuff into wind.
It's all going jolly well and then what'd know...another midair! It's a meeting of the big mouldies as Alan and Phil do the kind of damage that makes grown men cry. What more can I say?
the tree looked even less climbable in reality
'see... just a bit of tape and you're good to go!'
spring has sprung