COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER ELEVEN A TESTING TIME<br />
order. And now to be faced with this. He turned to me - the anger<br />
visible in his eyes - and for a moment I caught a glimpse of the SAS<br />
professional.<br />
"I don't know about you" - he said testily - "But I had to get there.<br />
I really needed those extra points today."<br />
Philip left Lasham on a high note and went off to fly in the Dutch<br />
Nationals. After he had gone we flew three more tasks, but the Long<br />
Mynd race had put Steve into an almost unassailable position and he<br />
defended it well. Even Nick, with the advantage of his epic flight at<br />
the beginning, was unable to close the gap. He and I were to remain<br />
second and third through to the end of the contest.<br />
Soon afterwards Anne, Harry and I set course for the French<br />
Championships at St Yan, with a brief stop at the Paris Air Show. Ours<br />
was the equipage to beat them all, over fifty five feet long. The 419<br />
trailer was pretty substantial and we were towing it with an outsize<br />
ambulance. Originally ordered by the now defunct Suez Canal<br />
Company, Horace had acquired two of them, in near mint condition,<br />
and the one which we were using had been converted into a very<br />
acceptable motor home. The Suez extras, such as mosquito screens and<br />
fans, were still in place. Even the bell was working. To use in extremis<br />
if we dared.<br />
Only the loo was missing - a vital necessity on those long open<br />
roads across the centre of France. So we cut a hole in the floor near the<br />
front of the trailer, with an aluminium flap to keep out the dust, and<br />
a big plastic funnel. After due consideration we discarded the idea of<br />
a notice - 'Not to be used when the train is standing in the station' -<br />
for that would have been illegal!<br />
St Yan had its moments. Winning on the first day, and then<br />
wrecking my chances on the second by pushing too hard at the end of<br />
a race. It was crass stupidity. Allowing myself to be incited by a gaggle<br />
of Breguet901s which were being flown in true Gallic fashion. We left<br />
the last thermal together, with precious little height in reserve, and I<br />
failed to accept the superiority of the 901 at high speed until it was too<br />
late. Flying one soon afterwards revealed the advantage of negative<br />
flap, to become the norm in later years, but that was no excuse.<br />
Day three, going due east, developed into a long sweaty struggle in<br />
the Saone valley. Lower and lower. Trapped in a sweltering oven with<br />
no means of escape. Crossing the river was little more than a last<br />
desperate gamble with barely enough height to reach the nearest ridge<br />
on the other side. When I eventually got there, hundreds of feet below<br />
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