COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER NINE A KIND OF APPRENTICESHIP<br />
I soon discovered that I had totally misjudged him. He came across to<br />
my desk, waving Charlie to join him.<br />
"Hope you're feeling better!" There was a twinkle in his eye.<br />
"That was a great flight! You can do that sort of thing as often as<br />
you like. Provided you let me know beforehand. Then I won't look<br />
such a fool when the papers ring up to ask me about it!"<br />
My first Nationals, taking part as a team entry with Charles<br />
Wingfield, was a non event. Camphill, with its short winch runs and<br />
low launches, was never the easiest of thermal sites and the small<br />
fields, ringed by stone walls, were not a happy hunting ground for<br />
pilots struggling low down in marginal conditions. As luck would have<br />
it the opening days were just that - with a gentle easterly drift -<br />
carrying the brave and foolhardy out over the valley towards Mam Tor<br />
and deeper into the hills.<br />
There were some courageous attempts, mostly by the lucky few<br />
blessed with Weihes6 , creeping away in the direction of Manchester -<br />
and later in the week, as the weather broke down in a thundery col, a<br />
day of occasional intrepid climbs. The pattern of those brief high<br />
altitude efforts was always the same. A momentary shaft of sunshine<br />
breaking the gloom to coincide with a fortunate or well timed winch<br />
launch. A fast and violent climb - inside a cu-nim which was<br />
embedded deep in the murk - and a heart in mouth descent through<br />
hail and deluging rain praying for sight of the ground.<br />
At Camphill there were no de-rated days 7 , no launching grids8 ,<br />
and few tasks. You watched the sky, biding your time, hiding your<br />
intentions until the last possible minute. The whole idea was to be<br />
there on the launch point before anyone else could react. Unfair? - by<br />
modern standards certainly. Too great an element of luck? - without<br />
a doubt. Did we mind? - not at all. For those simple unfettered<br />
competitions had a spice of adventure and uncertainty which is<br />
missing today. There was more choice and much more fun for the<br />
crews.<br />
Charles and I got it wrong that year. My logbook shows two<br />
circuits, not even extended ones, and his was no better. When the<br />
weather started to break he exercised his owner's prerogative, decided<br />
that conditions would put his aircraft at too great a risk, and grounded<br />
us both.<br />
Although contest flying was in short supply there were other<br />
diversions. The tiny pub down below the hill at Little Hucklow did a<br />
roaring trade.<br />
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