Sunday, 14 February 2016

Down to earth

The wave flying party is safely back at Booker, having battled through snowdrifts on their journey down from Aboyne. Meanwhile, a stalwart few braved the icy winds for some very good flying off the least muddy bit of the airfield. George optimistically rigged his Ventus and spent an hour viewing the Chilterns before landing in a field behind the pub at Ibstone, thereby getting the prize for earliest landout of the year. Glyn had only just cleaned all the Scottish dirt off his car before he went on the retrieve and got it muddy again.

The ice cream wagon

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