Saturday is lovely, Sunday less so. By early afternoon the wind can't decide between west or north west. There's a few hopefuls on the hill, Paul heads off to Farthing only to find it hit by the sea breeze, so it's back to faithful Thurnham.
DLGs are the order of the day back on the hallowed turf, and with a 5 strong turn out, there's enough slope and thermal activity to make it worthwhile.
the sky over cooks as gods stir...
Deryck starts with some electric assist
lacking the factor fifty
the real fun of the evening Colin's keen...
Rob's ready