I may get murdered in the night by a mysterious person whose name begins with 'M' unless I write a blog post, so here it is! As unpolished as I can make it, to make sure that nobody will be forcing me to write these too often.
Unfazed by last week’s failure and emboldened by the predictions of it being a 500k day I cleared the weekend for some outstanding gliding.
We usually write about peoples successes in gliding which can give the impression that gliding is easy or certain. So I’m sharing a story of abject failure in the hope that you can learn from some of my mistakes.
A reminder that applications for this year’s Neville Anderson award should be submitted to the treasurer by the end of this month.
A nice day at last! The promise of wind onto the ridge and the occasional bit of sun had us getting the airfield ready in record time. The pre-solo crowd got some nice soaring flights on the ridge, with some successful first landings.
Rain, Jenga, Story time with Malcolm, Rain,
However then the sun came out and the hanger doors were opened. With the gliders ready and the wind onto the ridge, Monique, Simon and Nadanai got their first taste of ridge soaring, with a few extended flights between them.