After deciding the weather
gods weren't favouring Denbigh, Matt, Ruth and Tom drove up to Portmoak
on Thursday hoping for better forecasts there. Pete St elected to stay
as a mild thermic day was predicted. It started off well, but as it
collapsed under a complete spread out, Pete elected to join the others.
Having only flown once in the last week, the cliche "In for a penny, in
for a pound" comes to mind.
Friday
found us with light southwesterly winds, but as Ron & Wooly were
rigging the ASH, the rest felt so guilty, we also rigged. Launching
right after lunch, there was sufficient lift to stay aloft on the Bishop
until a rain squall came slowly through just north of the site. Wet
wings and very low wind speeds don't combine well for ridge soaring, so
everyone scuttled back. The forecast for the upcoming weekend isn't
inspiring, so all are hanging on more out of stubbornness than real hope
for epic soaring. - Tom
