Does anyone out there speak Babel Fish? Had this comment from Brazil posted on the 'Goodbye Winter' movie on Youtube.....
'Simply completed, the landing is even completed. Very good, I am accompanying his new videos and we go if speaking. Up to more'
31 March 2009
27 March 2009
After a recent spate of glorious sun, today's wind brings a sharp chill to the air. There's a keen and hardy band on the hill enjoying the boisterous lift.
t'other Paul's been busy with the T-Cut
wind speed = flying speed
didn't make any difference this way up either
10 March 2009
09 March 2009
Saturday morning shapes up to give us a taste of spring. The sun is out, there's a waft of mist in the air and the promise of a southwesterly.
Up on the hill the Dartford chaps are setting up along with Barry and Jim from Esher (or is it Epsom?). The only no show is the wind! so as the sun burns through the floaters take to the air, but it's marginal, the ever increasing spread of para chaps can't even inflate.
By 11.30 it's all kicking off and the sky is full of ripstop nylon and testosterone. The hungry amongst us strike off for Colley Hill. Paul and Deryck head round to the western bowl and clearer sky.
By about 1.30ish it's too gusty, even Pikey has given up having the sky to himself. The lift's good enough for a bit of class so Kenny and Colin have some reasonable hanglider airtime- a rare thing indeed. But the sun's in and the wind is into the twenties, so it's time for some heavier iron.
There's some foam combat on the lip, and more rigid action further up. Paul's getting to grips with the Brisk hybrid and is on the verge of getting it dialed in sweetly, so a speed run is in order. Unfortunately he meets Alan's Wild Thing on the way through, it's enough to dislodge the tailplane and the 2.7m mouldie goes straight in.