As I lean against a gum tree behind launch, relaxing and letting out the last few drips, the foliage begins to rustle on the ridge over the back.
Firm northwest gusts coming up from the wrong side. Above, the first pilot to launch scratches at treetop height. The windsock on launch hangs limp and then flicks up showing a southeast flutter.
This take-off is sub-optimal, a second-best option to use as we are still fighting for the Beechmont take-off. I’m grumpy – “The view isn’t as beautiful, the shape isn’t as good, the sky is the wrong colour…” The voice...
