A sneaky couple of hours in the sea air today. Unfortunately the wind was east of north east
so the prepubescent gnat bite of a slope was barely working at all....
beach landing is best
'I'll catch it!' 'No, me! let me get it!' 'It's my turn!' etc etc...for some reason it needs to be done in a zombie voice
in the interest of slope soaring and common sense I chose to ignore this
what strange warm bright object in the evening sky beckons forth?