A jaunt up to Malvern with Helen and Jonty. A few were flying when we go there, a lot were waiting, but on the southern launch it didn't feel too windy; I was able to kite my wing comfortably before launching. After a bit of messing about at launch height, I got a bit of height north of launch, then a proper climb a bit further north, with a couple of others - possibly Rob Kingston and Pete Douglas.

Base was very low, but I didn't realise quite how low until I found myself big-earing out of it at only 2,800 feet. Too low to go, and too early, but I dashed off anyway. The cloud seemed uniform - no good bits to aim at or bad bits to avoid. I glided steadily downwind until the A4103, just making it past the magic 10k figure that means you're reading about it here (or more likely, you're not)

Pete bombed out a field further on. The road wasn't great for hitching, and taxi firms seemed reluctant, but then along came a miracle: Charles Probert, going about his business as an estate agent, saw two fellow pilots and picked us up. And on the way back we scooped up Dave Warren as well.