19 November 2017
18 November 2017
World War 2, the 1966 World Cup, I am a jelly doughnut!
Right, that's got all the prejudices out the way.
It was quite a treat to stumble across a group of Germans
on holiday on the South Downs a few weeks ago...
Archetypal German soaring machinery- a superb little Horten
It's urge for airborne freedom is restrained by
judicious placement of masking tape.
A lovely selection of flying machinery made it across the channel.
Vision controlled micro glider.
Anyone spot the signs of high pressure?
0 to 3mph means that the late afternoon turns into battle of the floaters.
They're packing up :-(
This lovely little DLG is the last down.
Consensus from our guests is that their national soaring
mecca (der Wasserkuppe) isn't a patch on the South Downs.
Long shadow at Longman.
16 November 2017
Always handy to find an unexpected heat source when you're scratching low down.
Unfortunately we don't have too many of these on the North Downs....!
Villarria volcano Chile.
Edit- additional info from Eric....
"However we do have something similar in Sittingbourne, albeit on a (much) smaller scale.I used to fly in the evening on the grassed-over household tip at Borden that had a couple of 20 feet high chimneys used to burn off the methane generated by the decomposing rubbish. They used to produce a reasonable amount of hot air to supplement the warm air rising from the surrounding trees, however I had to very careful that my venerable Sonata wasn't flown too close to the flame otherwise scorched Fibafilm and doped nylon would be the outcome!!"
09 November 2017
08 November 2017
The horror that faced us just before Halloween....
...a sky full of paragliders!
For the record, the airspace had cleared somewhat when
this photo was taken.
Some rather handy tips for flying the Fosa.
Chris's lovely scratch built scalie.
Preparing for a monster launch....
(Eric F photo)
...and with those mitts
it just about flippin' well went into orbit!
(Eric F photo)
Clearing the patch for home time.
28 October 2017
18 October 2017
There are some mysterious happenings on this unluckiest of days...
Barry's big Minimoa is ready for a test flight. Following the repair of a worn
elevator linkage that led to a suicidal career around the sky, she's ready to go
again with the anticipation of a little trimming.
Lo and behold we forgot it's Friday 13th and the test flight takes the form
of another suicidal career around the sky.
The Minimoa errs on the side of caution and decides to
unplug itself as part of the landing sequence sending out a
clear message to those in control.
Unperturbed, Jim gets the T21 ready for a sortie,
but this fine vintage machine has picked up on the air of
anxiety and begins to show signs of being a launch refuser.....
Taking the firm, no-nonsense approach, Jim tells the T21 to
pull itself together and with a firm slap across its hind
quarters off she goes into the damp gloom of the day.
15 October 2017
Andy's sensible route of lightweight equipment for the day.
Barry prepares to twiddle the sticks for Roger's Radian's maiden....
The two hours of rigging and slight fettling with a 14mm ring-
spanner was worth it.....
Thurnham initiation complete!
Shiny happy people....
and strangely low aspect ratio, clover leaf style wings.
Barry's new mouldie complete with self portrait on the wing.