I was annoyed with myself for not going out on Sunday, when three pilots did their first 100k, and feared that Monday wouldn't be so good. I was on the ground when the megagaggle of 20 pilots climbed very slowly out, but then found a bit of a climb with a few others who'd been left behind.

I joined a blue Ozone two-liner, which I later found out was flown by Mikolay Manolopulos; he outclimbed me as I tried to turn minus 0.1 into plus 0.1. Eventually I gave up at about 1700 feet, rushed downwind, and found another very weak climb above a tractor and lots of gulls. That took me very slowly from 1200 to 2200.

At Marlborough I saw Nik Valiris coming down to land, while behind me a red Niviuk seemed to be getting up from low, but too far back to be worth me returning to.

The whole flight was like that; trying, under the overcast, to cling on to whatever height I had. At Sugar Hill I saw two wings soaring the slope - maybe having launched there, or maybe having got stuck after launching from Milk. In either case, they weren't getting a climb, so I continued to drift over the M4. After that it was game over, although I saw a wing to the south of me possibly getting a low save.

A farmer came over on a quad bike to say hello; he was called Danny, and he very kindly offered me a lift to Chiseldon. With a long wait until the next bus, I got out my hitching sign out, and was picked up by a chatty plumber, who took me to Marlborough. There I met Ella, and we got the bus to Pewsey, whence Rob Kingston very kindly ran us up to the Golden Ball car park. Not 100k, but a pleasant day.