Back up the hill for another go, this time with too little cloud rather than too much. This time the climb was south of launch, and took me up, in company with a Skywalk Tequila, to 3,200. I set off into the blue, and glided once again without success - I landed within a kilometre of my morning's attempt. But this time I knew Jonty had set off to retrieve Helen from a bit further, and they were with me before I'd even finished packing.
Short flights, but at least there were two of them!