Ahhh… the joys of winter gliding. Pure blue sky, light winds, nil turbulence and the passenger in the front has paid for a high launch. “What’s that beeping noise?” asks the passenger.
Now this is one of those times that the instructor is supposed to reassure the passenger that everything’s under control. Absolutely nothing is going to happen that isn’t anticipated and the beeping noise is perfectly normal. “Holy crap we’re going up!” This is then followed by several minutes of silence because the tongue is held tightly while willpower alone forces the vario needle from half a knot up to a whole knot of lift.
Most of the club pilots who launched found the wave and explored its mysterious extents. There were three wave bars found, with the main one starting at 3000ft right above the circuit joining area. Silvano obtained the best height of 6700ft. (Well, I know he was above me when I was at 5k, so he isn’t giving us a big pork pie.)
Other activities on the airfield on the weekend included starting the Form 2 inspection of XQY. Ian is going to need assistance to polish the wings either next weekend or the following.