Verga is a bona fide x.c. venue with a fairly low 300 meter takeoff but with the right conditions and skill it is possible to gain enough height there (about 200 meters over) to jump to the next mountain, then over the back to another huge limestone 1000meter plus ridge stretching for at least a couple of k and opening the door to the entire Pyrenees. The drive there is about an hour and a quarter and Bea is waiting to show us the way to launch when we arrive. We drive up to launch in her little van. Its an easy wide matted spot big enough for three gliders. We start well gaining a 100 mteres or so almost straight away but the day is a little slow and even though she has an “s” on her chest Bea bombs out with Francois and I after only 20 mins or so. Noel however catches one of the rare thermals of the day strong enough to take him over the back which he does after first performing a quick helico over us in the l.z. Bastard. We drive back up in our remaining car for a second go but its even worse and none of us even make the l.z. A farmer driving his tractor up the road picks us up on his trailer though so at least we don’t have to walk. We eat in the landing field and the guys freshen up at Bea’s house and shower a couple of pounds of dirt off themselves. We drink a few beers and head back to Organya. Lucia, one of the trio from Barcelona has come to visit and knowing what a desert Organya is she has thoughtfully brought a bag of the needful with her. Outstanding. Another evening spent between the landing field and the close by campsite with Not what you’d call a notable xc sucsess but at least one of us got away and we all got a little airtime of which there is no such thing as bad. Its the crashing into the ground you have to watch.