Judith writes: Third task today. Lots of different weather forecasts, but stronger west wind today, so a 116km task to Segovia. I got off ok and thermalled along the ridge. The big promise I made myself was not to go anywhere until I was high and to be patient! It was hard work getting up and I scrabbled about at ridge height for ages working my way along trying to find lift. I got it just before the start point, climbed up and was on my way. I made it over the pass via a circuitous route and found a weak and drifty thermal on the other side. As I was drifting over a ridge I saw an open glider with the pilot lying down not moving. I radioed in to HQ to tell them the situation and then flew over to have a look to check if he was ok. Once I was circling lower the pilot stood up and waved at me. Damn!

You should get up and bundle up your wing immediately so this kind of situation doesn’t happen. I then had to go hunting for another thermal and got a weak climb, but I was then in the centre of the valley. My last ditch attempt was to fly to a black field and I hit the thermal very low (maybe 150 feet off the deck), but on turning in it, I stopped dead and sunk out. On the ground the wind was howling. 25km, so disappointed, but at least my attitude was better today and I made it over the pass!

Terrible retrieve. Geoff called me to chat about my flight and this meant I ran out of  credits, so after a 3km walk in the sun I then had to walk an extra 2km to a petrol station to get more credits to call the retrieve bus. Another lesson learnt.

Not much news of from the goal yet. Kai and Craig did 55km and Dave Thomson is in goal.

Geoff writes: there’s gratitude for you. I phone her and she complains about the cost!

Bit windy here today, ESE, supposed to be going south as the day went on. That didn’t really happen, and Corndon was the best bet, in retrospect (or maybe the Malverns?). But Dave Broughton did phone from Corndon to say it was a bit gusty, and he was on his own, so didn’t fly. I did some work, and was about to go to archery, when Martin Knight phoned to say it was flyable where he was, so off we went (I picked up Michaela on the way). In the end I had about 40 minutes or so of evening soaring as the front approached, so a lot better than nothing.

Tomorrow looks distinctly possible on the Mynd. Change to get a westerly.

And apparently, yet again, the task was stopped in the hang gliding comp in Laragne, because of “extreme gusty conditions at goal”.