SEIZE THE DAY…
The cloud was still on the top of the hill when I arrived at launch. It was a foggy autumn day, forecast to lift at lunchtime, and there were a handful of pilots about, hiding in cars or tucked into their jackets watching the weather. Slowly the fog did indeed start to rise, leaving a 10m gap between it and the ground. Someone broke first. Eager to fly he unfurled his lightweight wing and, wearing what looked the lightest-of-light bootlace harnesses, he tugged his glider into the air. Caught out by the fact it was actually a crosswind he found himself bounding around chasing his glider, legs going one way, wing the other, his face a picture. The watching pilots hugged themselves deeper into their damp jackets and chuckled. Still, at least…