Well,……that was
SOME days flying. The East Slope at Slieve Gallion is very interesting having two lift zones. ( Created by two slopes.) The first lift comes off the top ridge, (Flying ridge) The other comes off a further ridge some 2 -300 meters in front of, and a hundred feet below the flying ridge.
As I found to my displeasure, if I flew too low in front of, and below the top ridge, there seem to be eddie currents coming from the second (lower and further forward) ridge that just pushes the model down!
Just as an aside to the matter of flying, when I went down to retrieve my plane I inadvertently walked straight into a bog. Knee deep,………fell forward,…….got covered in rotting organic compounds. Didn’t feel very nice. (soggy jeans, squelchy shoes, a wet jacket and nothing to change into. More on this anon.) Luckily this happened right at the end of the day.
Good winds generated masses of lift, which for my little models, needed full ballast just to get them to penetrate. It was a really good day with great flying, greater company, and a wonderful landing zone,….Long smooth grass with very few rocks making landing soooo easy. Unless you’re J.P. who loves to show off by spot landing between the only two rocks within half a mile of the flying area. (He’s such a flash bugger that guy. :roll: )
The Big B52 looked incredibly majestic silhouetted against the blue sky, and very dramatic when flown in close to the ridge. Wonderful sight.
JP and Richard enjoyed their 3mtr Fox’s while Andy seemed mesmerised with his very ballistic Bullet. Meanwhile Karl was flying his phase 6, which I now see isn’t a phase 6 at all. And no one seems to quite know what it is, but it certainly flys. Say-no-more!
Many thanks gentlemen for your company, help and advise. Many thanks to Richard for all the tea, and sandwiches.
Oh,…..and about that bog I fell into……………
For the first hour of driving home I rather forgot about the incident. Mandy and I just talked about how our day had gone. She shopping, me flying.
Eventually the conversation went quiet…………….
After a while Mandy sniffed the air, turned to me and said, “Have you farted?”
“No” I replied, (pause……) “May be a farmer has been muck spreading.”
A couple of miles passed.
“You have farted!” she insisted
“I haven’t!!” I protested.
Turning to look out of the passenger window she muttered under her breath, “I recon you’ve either farted or you shit yourself on that ridge today.”
I ignored the comment.
Thirty seconds latter we both turned to each other and said simultaneously “It’s that BLOODY BOG!” :evil:
Thanks again gentlemen,…it was a pleasure flying with you. (I shall return!)
Keith
