Cross country flying is ok, well it's better than ok, for me
it's great, pushing oneself to your own personal limits and getting across country
as efficiently as you can is fantastic but I have decided, strictly on a personal basis, to
add a different dimension to my cross country escapades. I have therefore
introduced cross country sign collecting.
The idea, and it has the seed which could become more
popular as people realise how enjoyable it is, involves flying away from your
launch point and taking a photo of the nearest signpost you can find.
Here is a beauty I collected on Sunday, isn't she lovely?!
I've collected quite a few the last year or so but I've been
somewhat hesitant to publicly air my passion for signs. One of my greatest
finds was this little gem.
My flight was great and (for me) no shame in my landout at
Little Rissington airfield.
The guys there were very welcoming and helpful, and when I'd
arranged a retrieve and turned back up at Little Rissington at 21:30 they
turned out to open the gates.
(Earlier)
As I thermal'd above the airfield, joined by a couple of Ventus
and LS8's I sctratched away thinking
that if I landed at least I'd have some company, but after a while, as well as
being a bit lower I realised they were all popping their engines.
I've mixed feelings about engines but the overriding feeling
is jealousy.
How happy I was to see them turbo'ng away from certain land
out while I turned finals and landed on a very nice runway.
A little later a gent from Aston Down landed at Little
Rissington, unfortunately without putting his wheel down and on the runway.
Very unfortunate to see but it does make the biggest Morse code I've ever seen
and looked like this -... ..- --. --. . .-.
Until I landed out I was having a great day, fantastic runs
with great air, well that was until the air changed and it all went to custard.