Having been pleased that I was the only adult not to have suffered from the cold over Christmas, I finally succumbed to it today. I was too bunged up and dizzy to think about flying, although it looked like a good day. Oriol was heading off to Sant Pere de Rodes and Johnny and Marc were off to Santa Brigida. Not sure what it was like at the latter, but Oriol reported that they had two hours of soaring at Sant Pere de Rodes, playing, doing wingovers and managing to fly along the whole length of the ridge several times. Unfortunately, Geoff had sacrificed himself to care for me in my sick bed, so missed all the fun.

And it appears that the Meteocat forecasters are full of the Christmas spirit… they made a little sunny man out of weather symbols on the forecast today. How cute!