Flight Logs

Where and when we've been flying

A little run of Easterly winds gives us the opportunity to go to one of the more picturesque sites round at St Mary's Loch. Its a fairly easy walk up. I was working on the Friday so I cant comment but folk flew.

  I arrived on the top on the Saturday and launched at midday into a wind that was picking up, over the first 20 min flight I watched the wind speed pick up from 15mph to 21 on my skytrax so I decided to top land whilst I still could.

A flyable saturday. Really. Nah. Don't believe it.

Lovely morning in Lockerbie but a long list of things to be done before I could make my escape.

By 2 the sky was starting to fill in and it was a wee bit dark to the north. Rumors of showers were ignored and off to Bridgend I go.

Arrived on the top of Witchy around 4pm, Rob appeared minutes later. Rob hinted at going round to Singlie hill, the day was wearing out so we stayed.

A wander over to the S/W bowl and Rob launched into a stiff breeze, after a couple of beats he shouted down that it was lovely, thats good enough for me.

Up early for a change I made more of an effort to decide where to go, looked at the forecasts before checking alternate opinions and Eildons it was. Oops, a big group going to the little pointy Eildons and someone getting married on top that day. OK plan B. B for Broughton that is.

I do like a day that ebbs and flows and you just let it happen, and the inevitable slog up the hill became leather seats, tinted windows and traction control in what I assume is one of the Wingbeat fleet of off road rides so the first four of us arrive fresh and smiley and happy up the hill and the day is looking better than those cheap forecasts.

North or South?
It can be a bit of a dilemma where to go flying sometimes. I can go north from Lockerbie to Tinto in 40ish min or south to Clough Head in the lakes.
Sunday was a bit like that.
Choices, choices!

I've often thought I could write a good article about flying that completely excluded the actual flying. I have been picked up by a man on a horse in Brazil, a tractor in the forest of Ae and a motorbike in the highlands. I have spent an afternoon getting very very drunk with a Frenchman who didn't speak English, nor I French, before he drove me home, and was once passed from relative to relative, motorbike to old VW and back to motorbike when they all spoke Portuguese and I did not, and many more odd things have happened. Flying is not just about flying. Monday and Tuesday 15 and 16 August would have been grand days out even without the getting airborne bit.