Sailplane & Gliding 1966 - Lakes Gliding Club
Sailplane & Gliding 1966 - Lakes Gliding Club
Sailplane & Gliding 1966 - Lakes Gliding Club
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silver colIectio.n from Burton, Burgess,<br />
Carrow and others for sub to ring Sweet<br />
kind clever Met. man. Bloody Met<br />
man: "Sorry old chap, tomorrow will<br />
be quite useless for gliding." Get drunk<br />
- well just a leetle. Sleep. Thank goodness<br />
for drink, makes you get up real<br />
early. Dog and me into garden, spend<br />
pennies_ Watch dog playing with Diamond<br />
Eggs. Diamond Eggs! Lawn<br />
covered in. lovely, round, oval, glorious<br />
DIAMOND EGGs! Dirty great Eggs!<br />
<strong>Club</strong>house, flap, barograph, rig, ring<br />
lovely Met man - depression, remember<br />
it's partner's turn to fly and new trailer<br />
hitch is still in the back of the car.<br />
Feel like placing those eggs ever so<br />
indiscreetly . . .<br />
Nine-thirty, clouds, glorious clouds,<br />
little white clouds. Fingernails don't<br />
taste bad. "Do you take this man to be<br />
your lawful wedded partner?" Private<br />
ownership IS worse than marriage! Lawful-law<br />
- possession is nine points . . .<br />
Friend, 'please, please one trailer hitch<br />
- Oh thank you. Instructions to V.c.c.<br />
(Utterly Committed Crew) to break eggs<br />
on partner's head on arrival. Look at<br />
map. agree with Burton, Burgess, Carrow<br />
and half the club on Lasham -<br />
the<br />
W~ekin (British Alp near Wellington)<br />
W!ttering-Lasham. Map, damn Philip<br />
WIlls and his sticky route tape. On at<br />
last, dear clever Philip. Declaration,<br />
camera, official observer. OFFICIAL<br />
OBSERVER. Ah Rib. Dear Rika. Thank<br />
you Rika. Rika saying, "You must do<br />
It, don't chicken out." Tug, airborne,<br />
wheel, blast, blast, blast, I have forgotten<br />
to ... since the dog found those<br />
eggs tbis early morning!<br />
0tI: tow in the wrong place. Carrow<br />
crowing about a Barn Door passing him<br />
ID a thermal (his code for real tbermals<br />
Texan style). All I find are tbe<br />
bottom half of stable doors - open at<br />
that. To hell with start lines and all that<br />
jazz: Off. Basingstokc - oh no, that<br />
. . . Carrow sitting on barn door ahead<br />
at Newbury. Newbury now, Door Carrowbarn<br />
at Wantage. Too much, only<br />
one cure. Switch off radio. Peace, lovely<br />
gliding, glorious silence. Ten minutes<br />
later - one ulcer to other: "I wonder<br />
where Carrow and the others are?"<br />
Switch on radio. Broadway tower, hear<br />
Burton, Burgess turn back. No Carrow,<br />
barns or doors. Is he ahead out of<br />
range?<br />
Near Wrekin now. A front lies across<br />
the Wrekin and is doing over Camphill<br />
(Damphill) what I want to do oh so<br />
badly. Four miles from Wrekin, no<br />
good, bloody cloud solid mass. 'Radio<br />
speaks, Carrow landing Halfpe.nny<br />
Green airfield (damn silly name, bate<br />
everything now). Carrow landing, landing,<br />
landing. Temptation - land with<br />
him. Remorse! Poor Partner at Lasham<br />
"... for better or worse ..." Turn<br />
round, jolly fly home. Look at gliding<br />
site near Evesham, very tempting. Hear<br />
Goodhart and Burton on radio breaking<br />
100 km. triangle records. Home.<br />
home. Land. 240 miles in six-and-aquarter<br />
hours. No partners there, no<br />
eggs either. Climb out, please Madam <br />
look the other way. Glorious. Feel much<br />
better. Tea, cakes, Burton polishing<br />
fingernail~: "You see chaps, what I did<br />
next ...<br />
Oh what a bloody frustrating sport.<br />
Why, why, why? Trouble is - I love<br />
eggs.<br />
.<br />
~<br />
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