New Year's Eve I believe

 Eric dishes out some mulled wine, what a jolly decent chap

 Jeff's Calypso flies like a treat

once again proving weight is your friend (in certain situations)

 Jason and the Alex

 lookie likie suggestions please

 no need to crap yourself, it's only a foamie

 salute the Nazi secret weapon flyover

 goes on forever in ground effect

 cheeky little number from John

the sun goes down on another sloping year

odds and ends

David's Eagle from earlier in the year, didn't fly on the day due to an unfavourable ratio of mass to lift. Hopefully we'll see a successful flight in 2012

Fox day

It's all been a bit of a blur over the last week or so. Pretty sure this was the Wednesday before Christmas. Simon flew the Fox (see video) then rain stopped play....the least interesting blog entry of the year no doubt.

small hill, big fox

seasons greetings

for our final advent instalment we sink to predictable depths

nearly there thank the lord!

On the eleventh day of Christmas we have a PSS theme...

tedious ten

On the tenth day of Christmas Goodwind sent to me.....

day nine cometh

On the ninth day of Christmas Goodwind sent to me....

day eight

On the eighth day of Christmas Goodwind sent a blog entry sadly lacking in any festive theme...

seventh day

On the seventh day of Christmas Goodwind sent to me....

day six

On the sixth day of Christmas Goodwind sent to me.....

fifth

On the fifth day of Christmas Goodwind sent to me....

go forth

On the fourth day of Christmas Goodwind sent to me....

the turd day

on the turd day of Christmas Goodwind sent to me....

second

on the second day of Christmas Goodwind sent to me....

advent number 1

On the first day of Christmas Goodwind sent to me.....

birthday bbq

Lots of love on the slope this Sunday, a good turn out despite the miserable start to the day.

bbq birthday boy brandishes blow lamp (Mrs Leebert photo)

Jason comes in to land

...moments later, he does indeed land in a Batman's villainous arch enemy stylee

now in his 40th year, Paul gazes into the flames and ponders a future of rudder elevator floaters more becoming of a senior slope gent (Pete W photo)

hells bells! the cow shed's burning!!

Bob and Alan rush to investigate

ahh so that's where the party is!

Pete is non plussed by Ray's new mooch tache


Simon has it under control







they booked a 'spirited sucking call girl from Steps' stripper gram, but got a 'spirit supping Mongol from the Steppes' instead


but Mr and Mrs Leebert more than make up for it with a superb card signed by all (Mrs Leebert photo)

they send their love to you all too

Ray ignores Charlie

Bob and Eric ignore Ray

MIG ALERT!

come on ladies and gentlemen...haven't you got homes to go to?