Predictably, when you really look forward to something, a spanner gets thrown into the works. As soon as we finished the conference, I started to feel uncomfortable and soon after I succumbed to the worst period I have had in years. Forget the partying, I spent the night in agony, with the painkillers not really having much effect. Or if they did, I dread to think what it would have been like if I hadn’t been eating them like smarties.

A lie in for me this morning to make up for the lack of sleep, while Geoff finally closed down the conference for posting. We really wanted to get out, so I offered to drive for him, not being in much of a state to even think about going flying. With a warmish, sunny, SW forecast, people were going to Santa Brigida, Sant Pere de Rodes, Bellmunt and Orgassa. I was leaving it up to Geoff where he wanted to go. Top of the list were Bellmunt and Sant Pere de Rodes. We didn’t fancy the strenuous hike up Orgassa and wanted the flexibility of other things to do that Santa Brigida doesn’t offer. A call to Matthias confirmed that we would go to the coast, and if it wasn’t much good, we could at least spend some time at the beach. We met Johnny to go up Sant Pere de Rodes and despite some cloud, the launch was clear. By the time we had walked up, cloud was spilling over from the north and the north side was completely clagged in.

Because of the strong north wind, the lack of sun and the fact that even here the temperatures have taken a dip, it was pretty cold. We huddled around until the north side cleared and eventually, Geoff and Johnny launched, hoping for some ridge soaring. The best lift seemed to be out from the hill and both landed in strong winds on the beach at Port de la Selva.

Nice to be out, although we all wanted a hot coffee, rather than a cold beer, after packing up.

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