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 />
the top, running close to a group of houses which clung precariously<br />
to the hillside, there was a faint burble of lift. It took an age, gyrating<br />
suicidally close to the roof tops which straggled upwards in the murk,<br />
until that weak and hesitant upcurrent eventually carried me out of<br />
danger.<br />
After that conditions improved by leaps and bounds. Cumulus<br />
blossomed, the thermals grew strong, and the high plateaux and long<br />
valleys of the Jura vanished from sight as the 419 was drawn up into<br />
cloud.<br />
Those thermals over the Jura developed into a series of massive<br />
storms, which carried me into the mountains south of Lake Geneva,<br />
towards Chamonix and Mont Blanc.<br />
On landing, as a matter of principle, I made my way to the most<br />
imposing property in sight, and ended up in strange company. My<br />
generous hosts provided a most welcome bath, a temporary change of<br />
clothing, and an invitation to dinner. From their conversation they<br />
appeared to be a bunch of international financiers and their ladies,<br />
American, French and Swiss. All spoke excellent English, and soon,<br />
what with their hospitality and my long day in the air, it became<br />
difficult to sort out the various nationalities.<br />
But I was not too tired to detect the atmosphere of tension, not to<br />
say menace, which haunted the dinner table. As if they were utterly<br />
dependent on one another and yet hated each others' guts. Afterwards,<br />
with no sign of my crew, I accepted the offer of a bed. But sleep did<br />
not come easily, after that sinister dinner party, quite apart from the<br />
incessant rumbles of thunder and worrying about Anne and Harry.<br />
At that moment the two of them were struggling in torrential rain,<br />
trying to make a 'U' turn on a mountain hairpin. They managed in the<br />
end - by chocking the trailer wheels with a tool box, unhitching it and<br />
swinging it round by hand - and by some miracle the whole thing<br />
failed to go over the edge and into the valley below. Safely past that<br />
hazard they arrived at last in a crescendo of headlights and engine<br />
noise, and the guard dogs went berserk, but my financiers slept on.<br />
Perhaps they were already dead, in a orgy of mutual poisoning which<br />
I had somehow escaped!<br />
Our arrival back at St Yan coincided with briefing and there was<br />
a mad rush to get ready in time for the next task. Only to find that one<br />
of the ailerons had been damaged by a stone on landing the previous<br />
evening.<br />
Harry, who had been feeling unwell for several days, missed his<br />
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