Morning again...where did that come from...? fuzzy head...go back to sleep and wait for the afternoon.
Afternoon...thats better. Greasy bacon sarnie and off for training. The landing field as usual has some now very familiar faces around but numbers are starting to thin slightly as the comp is over and summer is nearly too. A couple of weeks will see the campsite empty, the pool close and even the diehard travelling pilots who have been around for months return to their various realities. I take more advise from Cyrill, who is one of the few competing accro pilots left around and the current French champ, Francois and Manu about helicos. Their advise is the same. I have come as far as I can on a full size wing and to really go further I need, like them, a smaller accro wing, maybe a 22 sq meter to start. I check for loose change down the back of the sofa but find nowhere near enough to buy one, I check my diary for elderly relatives who I should maybe make more effort to be nice to in an effort to boost any potential inheritance but come up blank there too so decide I will have to make do for now without infinity tumbles.
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