I’ve tagged this ‘trying, but failing, to fly’, but really it was more a case of trying, but not bothering, to fly. The forecast for today had been really bad, but the promised rain never materialised and although it was cloudy, the wind was SE and it seemed worth a go.

When we arrived Enric was doing a pre-lunch top to bottom and advised us that there was no wind on top. We had tea, sandwiches and our books, so we decided to have a parawait. It briefly wafted on to the hill but only enough for a launch, not a soar, so we waited some more. Then Joan arrived and we chatted and waited until the next Joan arrived. The second Joan is also quite partial to a little wait, so he joined in the fun. What little breeze there had been died to nothing, but we managed to persuade the first Joan to give it a go. Good man that he is he did, but had to forward launch to get off and then did a ‘salto de gallina’ (a chicken jump). We didn’t even bother getting it out of the bag.

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