It had been far too long since I had been home, this fact and the prospect of a little Scottish flying made it impossible to resist any longer.
I am not very good at situational awareness so it came as a surprise when I had been stationary for a while on the motorway that it was the easter weekend.
I grew up in a beautiful place its always restorative to be here where all my memories are universally happy.
The line of hills that define the horizon were the view from my childhood bedroom window. So to load my glider on my car and drive into them anew was a little like seeing them again for the first time.
I was nervous and questioning driving in, having not flown much due to weather and through the social problems at home I struggled feeling I had lost the sense of wonder lost the joy in my flying. It felt forced getting to the launching place.
The same site as the ScotBOS meant not all was new. Its so peaceful here too that in itself was exactly what I needed and so I was happy a lot to find myself in this place.
Once I made it to takeoff via a lift in a 4×4 and a short carryup it was time to rig and time too to focus. All the while it was good to be among pilots chatting getting ready calm and self assured I felt happy to be here in an effortless way I miss a lot.
I made a local flight kind of settling into the effort of flying, coming simply to enjoy the view in time as I broached the snow covered peak of Ben Lawers and was waved at by 40 walkers massed on the summit I palpably felt calm infuse my senses felt me relax.. It was a perfect moment.
Landing via a long descent out towards Loch Tay felt calm too a nice controlled approach and another lamentable landing took the edge off a little. I seem to arrive when I should land and simply don’t… Like I’m frozen in that moment forgetting I have legs forgetting to flare simply connecting unstructuredly with the ground. Its annoying.
This photo of Killin fish & chip van is courtesy of TripAdvisor
I sent the rest if the day walking to my car helping shuffle people around from where they were to where their cars were ending the day at a chip shop van in Killin and I think the funniest chip van woman in Scotland. As we all sat eating our chips on a wall talking about our days I reflected that I am very lucky and that this had been a truly beautiful day.