Bodsbeck 21st April
Since my first outing in the Borders meeting a few of you splendid guys at Bridgend last year, driving past Bodsbeck left me with a sense of awe & a hunger that has been gestating ever since.
Since my first outing in the Borders meeting a few of you splendid guys at Bridgend last year, driving past Bodsbeck left me with a sense of awe & a hunger that has been gestating ever since.
After camping at the KingsHouse in Glencoe on Saturday night, I was standing around on Sunday morning with a slight hangover, drinking coffee, minding my own business, when some bright spark suggested that since it was forecast to be too windy at White Corries, Skye would be a good choice.
Why not?, I thought, so about 10 people headed off up the road.
I was working away from home this week. Then a message came through on the group. It might be on at Glencoe at the weekend.
Well the plan was good, but as always the weather decided to change things a little, when Gerry, Jamie and myself rocked up at Dungavel. After a short walk up Dungavel we found in the light met wind that was around the thermals were tracking across the hill so a quick chat and we re-located to Tinto. Having got got ourselves up to launch we starting seeing some positive and some negative signs for the day. Positive being nice cumulus forms out in front, the negative was high cirrus was threating to move in and shut it all down.
Myself, Dudley, Sean and Tommy arrived at Broughton a bit later than most at about 1PM, but I think it was just really getting going. Derek was already there. Lovely day, warm, gentle wind, like summer. Soon after arrival it started working and got pretty good. A little bit lively in front of the hill, and the thermals really started ripping once you drifted past the ridge.
After an initial fifteen minutes of flying backwards and forwards trying to remember how to fly the penny dropped and from that point on, it was relatively easy to get up to airspace if you were prepared to drift behind the hill and suffer the inevitable mauling coming back. It stayed working all day and it was still possible to climb high into the evening, but the climbs seemed to fade for me at least before getting really high.
Everyone flew well though, and I think we all spent a reasonable enough amount of time looking down at gliders not to be ashamed. Great day out altogether. Difficult enough to register high on the excitement scale, without crossing into the f*ck this I am out zone.
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