Tuesday 19th October Portmoak Chronicles

After a very cold clear night, the usual crew were out on the field braving the frost prepping the gliders ready for action, while the more sane amongst us watched from the warmth of the club house , nice cup of tea in hand. The day tuned into a staggering mix of ridge, thermal and wave with a Macflurry of sleet and snow thrown in, resulting in very cold toes, 37 hours of flying and the usual mega cheesy grins.

The lift on Benarty was so good that Ron was out climbed by a MBC Allegro, well at least that's what he thought it was!