Day 4 Weather

Rock music energizes the pilots as they sit around on Lone Tree Hill take off,silently keeping an eye on the stubborn westerly wind that just wont swing around.
The lack of clouds allow the sun to do what it does best - create lekker thermals,stonkers, beepers,call it what you will, as long as it goes up and promises to take you along. If only this wind can get it's act together. The windsock constantly betrays it's intent.

Buzz fidles with his radio while Russel explains some harness issues to Theuns while Theuns is pretending to understand. The rest of us are eatin prego buns and search for a sunny spot to keep the chilly wind at bay. Forecasts predict a nice cloudless sunny day, a promising task indeed. The scoreboard reflects a competative serail class, with Francois Miog being the big boy yesterday, amazing even himself. With three good days of flying,the fourth also looks promising, as we glare at the pro-westerly Red Bull windsock. Someone wring it's neck please.

The sound of restless gliders flaping around on take off, the smell of soup coming form the make shift kitchen behind us, the unseen thermals - that's life on Lone Tree Hill.