Roger getting ready at St Pere de Rodes.Too many choices today. Hang gliding, paragliding, beach, walking, cycling… There was supposed to be a front coming in and the weather was supposed to turn cloudy in the afternoon, so we decided to have a lazy day and go to the beach to do some swimming, roller-blading and cycling (with a bit of lunch and snoozing thrown in for good measure). Alas, it was not to be! Roger called to say he was free and another car changes everything. Since we were heading for the beach, we arranged to meet Roger at Palau Savardera to go flying at Sant Pere de Rodes.

We rushed out and I did get a swim before we headed up the mountain. As we were in the car park ready to walk up we could see the halo round the sun and the high stuff was coming in. There was nearly no wind on launch with just the odd waft up the front. It seemed as though the sky would shut down, so Roger launched and got one or two little bits of lift, but nothing he could turn in, so he went down. Geoff and I did pretty much the same. We were consoled by the fact that we had flown, but as we were sitting by the landing field having post-aviation beer the sky cleared and it became really hot and sunny again. It was probably great, but none of us could face a second climb up. Roger is off to Morocco for a month (lucky beggar), so we won’t see him again till December.

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