The morning drive up, not many around ;)
Bike
race on hill closed road from 8am..Phil, Phippsey and Mr Koller left
at 7.15 to beat the spandex to the top..mystery man continued to talk
on the "great white phone "...in Welsh ... while birthday
boy Ollie gave a great corpse impersonation while his liver worked
overtime.
Chilled at base and "book" reading
Ollie on re hydration
guess it worked
Leisurely
breakfast, feet tanning and mommy porn from Julie...maximum
"chillaxinrelaxin", we waited for the 3 amigos to fly.
Phew ...it was hot...
Hansel
and Gretal finally surfaced at noon..blamed everything on altitude,
43 metres apparently.
Sunrise on Lijar
What a spot to write a blog
hat and coat on a wall
The winner
The
3 amigos requested red riding hood to take lunch up the
hill..couldn't understand why nobody offered to oblige .. Another day
in fairytale land...how glad am I that I stayed in bed at witching
hour . Man of mystery surfaced looking like an " etiolated bean
shoot", and was rapidly dispatched to clean the upstairs loo,
sink, bin, floor, cystern and walls, repaint the ceiling and do a
deep clean of the shower plughole...
Ollie
rehydrated on the patio while Captain Peacock launched the boys into
the great blue.. Graham K headed for space and thermal Phil
followed...man of mystery groaned..looking greener than earlier
today…
Two in the blue with the whole of the sky to themselves, nice
another field in Spain for Phil between Lijar and Ronda
Massive
chaos as the skipper instructed us to "lock and load", the
"kitchen squirrels" prepared potato for this evenings
celebration, Julie eyeing the choritso in the salad box keen to
return to her holiday reading ....
Little
did we know what was to follow...
We
loaded and locked (sphincters) and foolishly headed to Poinette...
Getting
out of the vans we assumed the position ...like Jesus in a
crowd...arms outstretched facing the wind....what is that all about
???...must re-read the manual...
Ponientte set up and nice clouds
gaggle above
Michele
and the man of mystery rigged and launched into the
lift....disappearing into the white stuff...rapidly followed by G
Koller. The three field mouse minced and tried to stay on Terra
Firma, but Phippsey intimidated us into the air...wuff, “Boating”
we asked for, but basting we got, Kaz fresh from her last bashing,
launched into the lift...”rock and roll”, Ollie (field mouse 2)
launched and decided to go olive collecting in the trees.
I...epic
launch, headed skywards, textbook thermalling gained height...with
the big boys...
Pushing
out over the field, a little wee came out...
Like
Icarus I rose, and rose...Malaga on view I decided downwards was
needed...how....bugger, what was this “ears” about...never
required in 7 years I radioed in...any body...anybody...
Kaz
“safely”in the notice board field, confirmed outer lines....alone
and afraid, and with more than a little wee coming out, I performed a
FULL STALL , swinging forwards like a happy kid on a swing, I managed
to find some sink “it was working well”, never got big ears in,
but in silence, I headed to the landing field, executed a textbook
landing, a bag of one expletive later, glad to have 2 working arms ,
legs and a fully functioning spinal column I relaxed,….
Peachy enjoying the view
and not enjoying a different view …..
Kaz
and I consoled each other as we watched G Koller land through the
gate between the barbed fence...he said this was intended , we all
believe him...! Why wouldn't we..
Mystery
man and Phippsey headed for Rhonda..”over the back”..as you
do....
That will do lets go …...
All
down and resolved not to fly again that day, we headed for a late
boat at Rhonda ridge... where we found the two amigos taking on coke
and smiling a lot.
Kaz
rigged and up, like “a rat up a drain pipe”...she was exorcising
some demons...Ollie top of the stack...boating as ever.. we mixed it
with the Fly Spain students... (after permission )...shouted at a
few…
Kax tempts Peachy back into the air
Phil,
and the mice flew out, followed by the Welsh whirling dervish, we did
XC for the road....
All
in the field, me in a a very sinky thistle ditch ...(fixated)...dunno
why, we headed home for birthday celebrations…
What is it that attracts him to bushes ???
Heinz
beans, red sauce, mash, fried onions, and sausage...followed by a big
cake we celebrated Ollies 29th....what
a day....
Birthday bash
Big
ears to do, weight shifting and “role reversal”....no nothing to
do with surgery, tape or cross dressing...bed was favourite....
Monday
beckons….
Thanks again to Mr Peach for writing the blog think it must be nervous energy coming out
Quote
of the day " **** **** ***** **** **** thank **** for that am I
glad to be down, did you see me?"
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