Well it looks as if Boris has spared us all from another lockdown, but
that in itself may not be enough to save his skin.... that's politics
dealt with, now onto religion and that most scared of faiths; the soaring of the slopes!
The eve of the last lockdown (Nov 2020?) saw an average of 3mph wafting
up the face of Firle Beacon. Floaters were dusted off and the congregation
congregated optimistically!
the camera batteries died, so we improvised with a
pin hole in an off-cut of Solarfilm
this looks like it's at the cutting edge of extreme floatiness....
it's so black and floaty, it generates its own thermal allowing
for over unity soaring
luckily Dave found his near invisible, nano tube wing joiner
after a long search in the grass
Eric has brought along his venerable Four Thirds
Eric's happy to play the role of footstool
elevator linkage was a bit non-cooperative IIRC
it spontaneously tries to ascend vertically again, but Dave keeps a firm hold
and with the 4mph gale, it's at the top end of its performance bracket
and then all of a sudden, we're falling like flies....
and then it's on the hill again, just so the parachaps can have a
good chuckle at the retrieval crew!
the more sensible among us don't get involved in the walk of shame!
