Typically, it was flyable yesterday, the one day this week where we definitely couldn’t go out. The rest of the conference reading week we are more flexible, so we went out for a fly today. Looking at the forecast, you would have questioned whether it was worth it, but since it wasn’t forecast south, the chances are it was going to work at Santa Brigida. In the end the forecast was completely wrong (as usual) and it was sunny, thermic and generally a very pleasant day.

We got to Santa Brigida and started driving up when we met a boy on a trail bike flying around the corner. He narrowly avoided us, but lost control of the bike and went over the edge. We ran down the hill and found his bike, and a few meters away, him. I feared the worst, but he was dazed, but otherwise unhurt. Thank god for trees, which broke his fall. His dad came from the house on the hill and we sorted him out. He had no memory of the incident and each time he looked at the skid marks and where his bike landed he asked “and I’m still alive?”. Given his helmet came off in the fall (the strap wasn’t done up), I think he was very, very lucky!

Once we’d dealt with that little drama we carried on up the hill. I was a little shaken, but Geoff made me see sense in that the boy wasn’t injured. We had a very nice day flying. Vincent turned up, although he is full of some sort of weird Moroccan flu. We haven’t seen him for ages, so it was lovely to catch up.

See photos of today.

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