When a certain somebody forecasts wave to 19k, but then doesn't even show up himself, then it is a clue! Well, to be fair, there it was on RASP even if the day itself did not quite deliver the goods and it certainly galvanised things at the normally sedate Wednesday launch-point. Your humble correspondent hauled his glider out, as did Mike Weston, Adrian Giles and Tony Chapman. With a howling westerly, and under increasingly lowering clouds, we set up on the cross runway under the vigilant eye of Mr. Bagley. With labrador-like optimism we rigged, shrugging off the fact that it was drizzling.

It would get better, we muttered. Chris can't be wrong ...

It did cheer up a bit (well, it stopped raining anyway) and early flights found a bit of lift but only Mike managed to get away, the buzz of his turbo drowned out by the gnashing of envious teeth back on the ground. He dropped in on Nympsfield, ridge-soared, made occasional forays to find the wave and had the flight of the day. Myself, well I had 'fun' with two low, failed engine starts and hasty returns to terra firma, before finally managing to make a noisy exit and follow Mike. In between Roger demonstrated how to stay up in the K13 and Adrian managed a decent soaring flight in his Vega.

A day that could have been, but at least we tried!

In addition a horde of volunteers led by Richard Kill de-rigged the second PW6 so that it can go off to finally be made better at SVSP. This means that soon both our PW6s will be back at the launch point ready for active duty again ...

Eugene