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The excitement of pioneering a new site had faded slightly by the time I had wheezed and gasped my way to the top of what is quite possibly the steepest grassy slope in Europe. How the heck does grass stick to a gradient like this I thought, as I executed yet another Buster Keaton arm-flailing moment, narrowly avoiding cartwheeling back down to the reservoir.
Well I suppose it was down to me to write up the day at Witchie Knowe since it’s judged that I had the best of the day out of the five of us that flew.
A promising forecast. Thermals and light southerly breeze meant I sorted out a day off. School sports day in the morning. Paragliding in the afternoon. Sounded like a plan.
The forecast was promising a southerly breeze in the evening so i jumped int he car and headed up to see where might be flyable.
Bob Matthews, Graham Tydeman, Johni & myself headed off to Burger Van hill (Known correctly as Creag Each). Must admit there were conflicting website weather forecasts as to which direction the met wind was Bob believing it was NW and myself feeling it was more to the North.
