A great flight with mates; started off on Model with a 20kmph freezing northerly wind up at a 4/8 covered base, ending 7 hours later in lovely sunshine with a blue sky and a sea breeze 80km from the nearest bit of coast line.
Why is it that flights where you have a low or ridiculously low save, often with a large dose of luck, are far more memorable, enjoyable even, than ones where you correctly used your skills and judgement to stay up high under the working clouds all day?