Sunday 27 May 2012

King of the Hill!

Some days you just have to claim bragging rights.

It's not a competition, but yesterday I won! It can take an hour to get up the mountain - loading up the transport, waiting for stragglers, paying the fees, and struggling up the track, avoiding wild tortoises on the way. At the top you have decisions to make - which launch point, where to set up, whether or not to go off in a gaggle or wait for a solo slot, etc.

Then you have to wait for the right launch conditions and sometimes this means changing launch sites, at which point you have to rely on Shanks's Pony and lots of huffing and puffing. Then, of course, there's the flight itself,which can take anywhere from twenty minutes to several hours if the conditions are right.

From a nine o'clock start it could easily be midday before you are packed up and ready to start again from the bottom... find a lift, load up the transport... you get it.

So, I was particularly chuffed to get in not two, not three but FOUR - count 'em - flights yesterday. Here's a picture of me being chuffed:

And here's a short video of the start of my last flight down.

See you all back in Blighty!

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