With yesterday’s sharp showers only adding to the already waterlogged field,
it did not take the brain of a mastermind to conclude that flying would not be
possible. The day was, however, a good drying day, with a steady north-easterly
breeze (gusting 20 kts plus) hoovering moisture from the soil, and with a cold
week in prospect let’s hope that by next weekend the field is flyable (see
advert on the Forum re flying at NHL this Wednesday).
 |
Early Day State of Play: Cloud over the Moor and Water on the pitch
– just too much of both! |
And so a few refugees
gathered to, amongst other things, study Bronze C meteorology and compare notes
about K-6s until such time as the interior of the clubhouse more closely
resembled that of a POW hut (the woodburner sucking in heat rather than
dispensing it) and we disloyally voted to put our faith in the heaters of our
cars and depart.
 |
Looking towards Brentor from the east end of the runway.
Wave slot in view. |
Later in the day, there was clear evidence of a wave system to
the east of the moor - such a shame that the state of the field wouldn’t allow
us to investigate (...grrr!)
 |
| Looking east. Tors are just visible beneath the roll cloud, plus a wave slot top left. |
 |
| Later in the day there was clear evidence of wave over Brent Tor. |
But finally, whilst admitting that our sport is a
but ‘nerdy’, attracting those who could be described as being ‘obsessive’, a
limit of nerdiness was reached, if not surpassed, today by one member who, on
watching a video of local soaring when the audio vario pipped, then bleeped, and
finally screeched from 6 to 10 up said, “I’d like that on my alarm clock!”
Identity of the accused (and forecast for the future of their marriage) may be
obtained on receipt of a small bribe..!
Martin Cropper
No comments:
Post a Comment