Martin Gregorie writes
Where do you fly?
I expect I'll pay my usual annual visit to Nympsfield between Christmas
and New Year.

Cotswold Gliding Club, Aston Down. Nympsfield is just down the road from
us. I imagine the ridge lift of the Severn Valley and the potential of
wave from the Black Mountains are probably the main reasons the CGC
flies all through the year. Which is good for me, because it means I
have all winter to get to grips with the basics of how this gliding
thing works!

With respect to the any soaring a gift from the gods thought, I think I
can appreciate that now. Week before last (the weekend that included
your own "gift from the gods" I guess) was in fact my first weekend's
lessons. The apparent ease with which we grabbed a thermal on those
couple of flights was deceptive. This Sunday, quite different. The
gliders were dropping out of the sky like stones. Though that said, I
imagine I'm going to resent the winter more next year than I will this
year, as at the moment it's all so new that just playing ground crew and
helping retrieve the gliders from the field as they land is a hell of a
buzz!

Roll on Wednesday. Tomorrow. Hell with the work schedule. This time I'm
definitely sneaking out of the office for the afternoon.

--
Bill Gribble