Pootled about in front of the ridge, making sure not to pootle behind it. Under the overcast there was surprisingly strong lift. Got to 2200 feet ASL, but it was a bit hard to work out where cloudbase was - it just got gradually murkier and murkier. It was breezy - launching stopped, and several landed at the bottom. Finally, my Oudie having worked out 8 Tesco points, I decided to see how far south I could get, and in the process tick over 10k for a national XC League entry (and if, in the process, I went back to the top of the Martini League, happy days! ). As the ridge got lower I thermalled downwards - it also gets more complicated and stays tree-covered, so I didn't want to scratch too close to it. Over a couple of roads and a couple of farms, and down in a nice big field.
A lady came out to ask: "Can I help you? ", but once I explained how I'd got there and that I'd picked a field with no animals in it, she was quite friendly. I walked up a lane to the road, and saw two fire engines, two ambulance cars and two police cars at the large house opposite. I got my GLIDER PILOT NEEDS LIFT sign out, and it worked as a car came up the lane that I'd just come from. The nice couple in it told me that they thought someone had taken their own life at the big house. A sad day for someone.
They went out of their way to drop me back at the Kettle Sings car park, where I saw lots more pilots arriving, while the Avon posse who'd bottom-landed were off to another cafe. After a quick lunch in the van, I went back up for another fly, but the sun never quite appeared, and the murk persisted. I thought I'd probably need to land down below, but top-landing turned out to be quite straightforward.