After a spot of repair and renew with my glider, new wing and nose wires and a fantastic XC bag from my Italian flying friend Davide it felt good to have the chance to fly over the weekend.
Having not been flying much at all after a difficult winter I have lost a lot of my confidence even the joy of flying has gone a little. Steve Cook said it all when he stated it should be fun otherwise what’s the point. I almost packed up and left with the spurious excuse of having relatives round for dinner.
In the end enough people asked me if I was flying, if I wanted my name on the list, if I wanted to go before them that I started to get ready.
The sea air now blowing southerly letting me foot launch helped my choice to go. I did not however visualise the process in my head enough and was caught out when I had to transition to the basebar making launch untidy.
Climbing out was fine, quite smooth although I was high most of the time but after release just a little too short of the convergence it was a smooth flight down for one of the best landings for years.
A proper committed flare that stopped all forward motion placing me balanced on my feet and having the glider settle on my shoulders was exactly what I needed at exactly the right time.
I was on time for dinner and to later would take Robert back to school for the last ever time.