Flight Logs

Where and when we've been flying

I had all but given up looking for a break in the horrendous UK weather systems since last year but that's paragliding. With a few wingbeaters away bonding with the abominable snowmen of Austria and others suffering cabin fever and even some with duties to perform someone has to put it on the tree, Well the day had arrived, IREEGAUN was the cry for Witchie at 11 am Dudley said, and there he was sheltering in the beast. I put up a wind sock in a strong fresh breeze and retreated to the car for tea, Fred arrived and we all sat it out for a while Fred and Dudley strolled across to the SW bowl to check it out the wind had eased a touch.With a vw van pulling up at first i thought Timothy had put a sick note in but it was a Simon nah sorry Stephen Hallsworth so four it was who went to play at witchie. The van door meter test gave me encouragement but it was still a fresh breeze and without much currency of late launching from the south facing hill was a challenge,Thenks Dudley just goes to show you how rusty you get. Use it or loose it refer to Wingbeat safety sense leaflet section 11 safety first guys. However Dudley Stephen and Fredric marched across to the south west bowl to set up, for me i thought it to be easier to get away where i was. The bold Gerald swooped over looking for a wing man and before long the fantastic four where searching the Sky over witchieknowe in good constant lift. At one time i even thought that i could explore over the tower and farm and back. I do enjoy witchie it was just the right site to start your new flying year off after a long winter of nowt. I've wrote before about how wonderful this fabulous site is and today it was Fantasteek we had hours of free energy in the sunshine till dusk, Fred and Stephen made the most of there day til near dark. So all in all a good start to the year for a few of us ald codgers with time on there hands don't you just love this retirement malarky. Hope you all have a great season this year, Keep it real safety first long live the little BIG club. Please feel free to add comments and any other pics,

Tat's a fir now folks what's up doc and if ee deh git oot sin 
You will seriously regret your actions. 
  • Jed 1
  • Jed 2
  • Jed's door windmeter

The end of another year , and after a period of wet and windy horribleniss a flying day appears in our hungry laps.

  We could see this day developing a few days before and we have a grand plan to have a day out at Tinto . For me it's all just too much as I have another wing , a used Advance Epsilon 8 , but it's new too me and I am very keen to fly it.

Wednesday 18 September - Border Reiving at Hownam Law!

Strange how things happen but Tommy has always fancied a trip to Hownam Law and with no other plans we both decided to head towards the Border for a bit of a raid.  I should explain that Hownam Law is listed as an NHPC site although it is planted well and truly NORTH of the English border so a bit of 'reiving' seemed in order!!.

Aye just call me Mr fabulous. In the past this date has proved a very successful flying day out and what you are about to view is no change, I did post that i wis gaun oot and wasn't being a sleekit eejit.

Two cups of coffee, fruit and toast and still I want to go back to bed. It’s an ungodly 7 am and I'm up to head north for a red and yellow rasp day. It’s suddenly all too much too early and I make yet more coffee, rub anti-inflammatory on my knee and then some more, and decide to head to the borders for less driving and more roads when you get there. A call to Dave Thompson and then to Jed in Hawick and we’re to set to meet in Hawick to dump a retrieve car and head to Tudhope.

After flying both Saturday and Sunday with the weather due to break it seemed that there may be a small window of opportunity to fly at Witchie today. The morning saw a grey sky that broke to give blue sky and fluffy white clouds....perfect except that as I headed to Witchie mid afternoon the sky darkened as the small Cu became CuNim in the distance.  However as I approached Witchie the sky to the south seemed OK and I could see Jed on the hill with the wing above his head and a buzzard thermalling several hundred feet above at the south takeoff.  I was trying to ignore the 'I don't want to be up there' sky to the north!!!!!!.

Following the usual review of all available weather sites a decision was made to head to the Moorfoots, at least that is where Fred was heading so I used flock instinct and followed!!.  I arrived to find cars parked on the corner and one pilot walking up the closest slope but no one else around or in the air.  It seemed breezy so I walked along the ridge to Torphichen Hill to find a number of folk sheltering well down the slope out of the breeze.  As the breeze eased slightly (or Graham proved it was flyable by gliding across from the quarry) the small group launched whilst I was still setting up.  After a pre flight check, I flicked the wing up and launched into lifty air conscious that some pilots were now settled high above the ridge whilst others were struggling to jump the gap.  The air was 'interesting' but once settled in I played in some of the thermals conscious that I was drifting back with minimal height whilst turning back into wind gave a low forward speed with a fence line below me. Caution prevailed and I slowly pushed forward and made my way to the far end of the ridge, turned back and followed a yellow glider that was slowly climbing out, the only problem being I was in the sink cycle of the thermal so decided to slope land rather that make the downward glide to the ridge base!!  By this time Fred had disappeared downwind on a venture.