The forecast was for rain in the morning and sunshine in the afternoon, but howling. That’s exactly what happened. We were going to go for a day at the seaside, but then decided to probably go to the Peaks in the evening if the forecast for tomorrow is good. We messed around for a few hours doing some gardening, and then got ready to go to do archery when we saw a hang glider flying the Mynd. In the garden it was still howling, but we chucked the gear in the van and set off. When we got there it was fine for hang gliding and even seemed to be just about doable for a paraglider. Pete was having a fantastic flight, as high as the sail planes over Norbury.

We got Geoff’s glider off the roof and I started opening it up when a little sheepish voice informed me “I’ve left my harness at home.” Bloody hell, after twenty years of flying…

I raced back home and grabbed the harness (good job we only live 10 mins away) and Geoff had finished rigging the glider by the time I got back. It was way off to the south. Geoff W. and Nigel flew their paragliders, but I didn’t bother as rain was heading our way. Wayne launched and got up, but Geoff only got a short flight in before the rain came in.

It was too rainy for archery and we were starving, so we went out for a curry with Wayne, Odette, Graeme, Nigel and Pete.

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