We decided to check out the hill that the lovely farmer in Meifod offered the club two weeks ago, when I landed there after going XC from Clatter. He had described the hill as clear of trees and at the time I thought it was one of the ridges above the village. He had told me just to ask for him in the post office, but predictably, there’s quite a lot of people called Hughes in the village, with it being in Wales and all. I had to describe to the post master all the details I could remember about the farmer (age, marital status, cohabiting arrangements, his status in the NFU, etc.) and eventually we managed to identify the correct Hughes.

Once we got up the road to his farm, it turned out it was in a kind of hanging valley, with probable rotor, and it faced NW, which we already have plenty of sites for. Additionally, the bottom of the hill is clear of trees, but the top is littered with them. We didn’t actually get to meet Mr. Hughes again, but unfortunately his hill isn’t suitable, which is a real shame, since he was so nice and it’s rare that landowners queue up to offer their land for flying!

The rest of the day was spent with work and although we were going to go out to archery, the forecast rain put us off. It came late, but when it did at 5pm, boy, did it rain.

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