Cold but sunny today. So cold that the hosepipe on the balcony had an icicle hanging from it. Forecast looked suitable for Coma Negra, so we met Joan and Xevi in the village and headed out.

When we got to the landing field the farmer had filled it with cows and removed the wind sock. This wouldn’t do at all, so the lads set out to construct a new one, made of a branch, a plastic bag a copious amounts of masking tape (all this required the use of a pocket knife – it was that technical!). Then we had to decide where to site it… Where better than up a telegraph pole? They climbed up, dodging the live electricity and telephone lines and weaving it into the wires and then fixing it in place with loads more masking tape. Job done we headed up. Unfortunately it was off to the west and not flyable.

They decided to head off to Santa Brigida (where it almost certainly was flyable), as it is on Xevi’s way home. We went home and did long overdue jobs.

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