Light winds grace the gathering to celebrate the longest day a week late.
leaving the fuz at homes leads to improvisation,
meanwhile in the background....
Duke's winter build has a few pre-maiden teething troubles.
....even the sprinkling of magic dust into the cockpit is not enough
to bring the thing back to life.
Burgers and sausages to stave off the disappointment.
They mourn for their fallen comrade.
Jim's gentle West Country coaxing moves the wake
on with no further incidents.
Duke takes his new Wings and Wheels aquisition for a spin.
Floppy snakes make for some exciting moments with
flying qualities frequently shifting from benign to suicidal without warning
Eric saves the day, but getting her down safely is no mean feat.
He celebrates by eating a few of his friends.
The Minimoa never fails to impress
nor do Simon's launches
we find a pair of copulating '27s
and after a miraculously short gestation period- baby makes three!
despite emerging from the womb fully grown,
their wing tips and scale cockpit don't fully develop until after puberty
their wing tips and scale cockpit don't fully develop until after puberty
this looks like some kind of slope-side variety act
"you've been such a lovely audience, we're the Purbeck Posers...thank you
for watching and see you next time!" (solitary slow hand clap from the echoey stalls)
Glad we had a cooking source... Raw sausages not my thing...
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