Another epic weekend flying with the team!
We launched from Llangollen in north Wales at 11am under an incredible sky with a big gaggle of xc pilots from all over the UK. Even tho the sky looked amazing, the climbs were weak and progress was slow. After 5 hours of flying our gaggle had shrunk to just 4 of us, me, Tom Cole, Wesley Murch and Butty, we then realised we haven't even flown 100km and the prospect of reaching the coast seemed out of reach. But we pushed on and made a good decision to go east round Sennybridge, getting a great climb right on the edge of the airspace and then an even better line flying along the side of a cloud street that was sat right inside the danger area.
Approaching the Brecon Beacons at 5pm seemed a bit daunting with the prospect of a long walk and a night under the wing if we didn't make it work, but the sky still looked good and Wez came on the radio saying there was at least another hour left in the day.
Diving into the mountains Wez's optimism was immediately rewarded with 2 buzzards marking a nice climb that got us safely over the big stuff. Then it was just about patience and drifting in any little pocket of floaty air that could help us stay up. Wez then led out low and made a nobel sacrifice as we found a tiny climb behind him that he was unable to turn back to. That climb then drifted across a valley and triggered off a big quarry, which turned into the roughest one of the day!
At this point the coast was tantalisingly close, so me Tom and Butty worked every last bit of lift we could find, all of which was getting shredded by the sea beeeze. Neath was now within striking distance, but unfortunately I had set my goal to the next town over to the west, and didn't quite have enough height to glide against the sea breeze with Tom to get over the last bit of high ground and into goal, so I settled for my 151km open distance and went for the safe landing option with Butty in his goal field near Neath train station at 6:28pm, after almost 7 and a half hours in the air!