COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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<strong>COMBAT</strong> <strong>AND</strong> <strong>COMPETITION</strong><br />
nothing for miles. The altimeter unwound steadily.<br />
Somewhere east of Sheffield, well below launch height, surrounded<br />
by steel works and railway lines, all hope had gone. And then at the<br />
last moment, preparing to land in a grubby little field, I caught a<br />
thermal. It stank of burning and sulphur, but its strong turbulence<br />
carried me swiftly upwards, higher this time, before it faded to<br />
nothing.<br />
Another long nail biting glide, and then out into the sunshine at<br />
last, running up to the Trent. A power station stood astride the river<br />
dominating the scene. From its chimneys and cooling towers a visible<br />
upcurrent darkened the sky, topped by a lone cumulus high overhead,<br />
a second man-made thermal which took me to nearly 6000 feet.<br />
After that there ceased to be any problem. Cloud streets lined my<br />
route. Navigation was easy. The long white frontage of Butlin's holiday<br />
camp was visible for miles. I landed at Ingoldmells relieved and happy<br />
to have made my goal.<br />
Disillusion came later. Don Brown had declared Ingoldmells out<br />
and return. He had taken a camera and notebook to record his presence<br />
over the turning point. While I was burning off surplus height, he was<br />
heading homewards again scoring more points.<br />
There was worse to follow. Tony Goodhart had declared<br />
Ingoldmells too. Arriving with height to spare he remembered that the<br />
daily prize was for the longest time in the air. So he hung around<br />
delaying his descent and in the process found himself climbing a mile<br />
or so offshore. He then decided to have a go at crossing the Wash.<br />
After that he went on round the Norfolk coast, well on the way to<br />
Great Yarmouth, and the last 55 miles from Skegness had been easiest<br />
of all. It was the longest flight of the day.<br />
The winds had been dropping throughout the week so the<br />
organisers, greatly daring, offered an out and return as the final task.<br />
Once again it was optional and there were few takers. Most of those in<br />
the top half dozen places took themselves off southwards in the general<br />
direction of home.<br />
Of the others Philip Wills made a splendid attempt - rounding the<br />
turning point at Boston and getting back to within four miles of<br />
Camphill - which helped to win him the Championships again. Nick<br />
Goodhart on his first ever cross country, landed a short distance out<br />
on track, and I got lost in the murk, after a slow climb in what must<br />
surely have been the dirtiest cloud of all time. In the end I failed to<br />
reach the turning point by some nine miles.<br />
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