Seeing a flying day ahead felt good after another long break, everything I had seen in the charts showed
It was very peaceful rigging in the
It feels pin-sharp rigging when you know what’s coming, you forget in these gaps between flights just how liberating it is to have this thing in your garage that, with a little effort, contains so much promise.
thought was a bit of a squeak over the fence, I felt myself lift my legs to clear it which was not a good start tbh. It was hard to get my feet in my harness and the air was very weak seeing me
I was determined not to and so got in tight to the hill and within a few beats got up enough to enter what was consistent and reliable ridge lift for the rest of the flight.
During the flight I was conscious of all the others flying at West Firle, checking my height relative to them, seeking to know if I had better air. Soon I realised that my attention was less on me and more on them which is when I started to take more notice of the gulls who were all out to
Once I started to feel the air start to relax I quickly took my landing nice and easy up on the top, lay in the grass and felt the sunshine warm me while listening to the breeze hiss through the fence.
Later I would drive to watch