do you know this woman?

Last spotted fraternising with the afternoon shift saddos, and nearly seen holding a transmitter....

frustration at Farthing

High winds and low lift make for grovelly conditions at blown out Farthing Common. Rob, Steve, Mitch, Eric F, Paul and Deryck turn up with high hopes. They end the day with dashed spirits as the picturesque hump in the Downs fails to deliver the goods.

Steve hunts for that elusive low altitude thermal

bizarre found object no.03....the combat cod piece

you never know, he may grow up......one day

three way mash up

maximum lift ceiling of the day

Deryck about to throw his tranny down in disgust






home time

Jason flickerty flicking

Jason enjoys his Binary off the hill

double dip

While office workers across the land gaze out of their air conditioned battery pens at the blue sky, there's a crowd on the hill doing their best to help the country sink deeper into economic crisis.

It feels like the first proper strong conditions day of the year, there's a moderate breeze with some stonking thermals bubbling up. The sink between is severe, but the bigger thermals can be worked back over the hill.

one of Batman's arch enemies arrives, and the slope side takes on a sinister slant

clickerty, click, click, flickerty flick






still hunting the Fuhrer's foamie

launch of the Binary

lovely little model

Flying Fish halts at the edge of frame

on clearing the patch, Paul finds the face of Christ in a flint. The first sermon of Latter Day Slopers will be in the cow shed at 9.30am on Sunday

Hopeless Holly

We try Holly again on Sunday afternoon, but the 2mph breeze is just a bit too far east and the slope isn't working. After a walk of shame from Paul, and with the prospect of a warm summer's evening we head back to Thurnham for some lipo liftage.

either a Common Blue, or a Chalk Hill Blue or perhaps an Adonis Blue? other suggestions welcome

shorts season

the Radian

the Radian strikes back

return of the Radian

Holly the cruel mistress

Monday last found Ray, Paul , Rob and Simon up at Holly for a mellow evening session. It's do or die for the Tigershark. Simon's armed it with an EDF and hopes for a halfway decent session with it. Seems that there's no substitute for cubic capacity and after two hearty attempts, he decides to consign the 'Shark to the kindling pile.

we tried our best

It's then on to floaters and light weights. Rob launches the Longshot with some 'adverse' throws and opens an old wound, so it's time to break out the rubber.

Longshot kick de bucket

a bit of stress free scratching

They say back luck comes in threes, so we round the day off with a mid-air! Luckily the only damage is to Simon's pride. We decide to pack up and head off after that, but not before Mick turns up to talk at us for half an hour.

winter winds

It's still painfully cold. Sunday starts with the promise of sunshine and loveliness, but by 12 o'clock it's boarder line arctic.

Cannon Ball Run's Capt. Chaos straps himself in...




first time we've spotted a Red Kite on the hill, it tries to get
frisky with Simon's Luna



Pained by the cold, we retire to the cars soon after 12.30


Ray's boot




Simon Cowl (Rob's gag)



Meanwhile back at the patch, Paul (who's palms are too hairy to hide) prepares to strike his prey...


suit...

you....

sir!

Gary's mentalistic banana

long weekend

troops look happy at the start of a long weekend

helmet cam

hangie rigs, but too gusty for any action

Ray's arms wither, cutting off the blood supply to his hands

but he still falls in love with the Easy Glider

anyone want to own up to this?

Hitler's foamie

Hopefully we'll have some south westerlies soon...

forecast fail

Saturday's forecast has all the promise of a mellow, kicked back, laid back session at Holly. When the troops arrive at midday, all's on target with a mild easterly that promises to come good by five o'clock.

In the mean time it's DLG and electric assist to get Deryck and Paul up and to a workable height and grab a few passing thermals. There's a few out landings to be had, but hey! come five o'clock we'll be laughing.

Ray turns up at about 4.59pm and leans into the non-existent breeze, if anything it's going north goddammit! He errs on the side of caution and toys stay in the car. Meanwhile Paul relies on Deryck to mark any rising air the day has left in it. The Radian shimmies up in the last almighty guff of the day, and the two of them head back, and to the left, back and to the left, b a c k a n d t o t h e l e f t and find themselves soaring to a good height well away from any slope lift.

Oh well, you can't win them all. If the weather continues in this vein we'll be in for that long forgotten BBQ summer after all!!