Pete Sherrif has started his Wednesday evening compact clay shoot. Went over and had a couple of rounds in preparation for our match against the Welsh at the weekend. Despite the sun, it was was very much brass monkey weather.
Went to see Cressex Katie today. She did not go out for a canter like the other horses because she is running at Wolverhampton on Monday. Took a few pictures of her and the other horse in the yard. They should be up on the site in a couple of weeks.
The mobile phone started to text message me with wind warnings at Coombe Gibbet. Yes the wind was blowing from the North West, so it was a Coombe day. I dithered around all day wondering whether to go. Eventually I left work at 3.15, and arrived at Coombe at around 4.45, to find about 20 paragliders at the site.
There had been flying, but the wind had gone further round to the West and now it seemed unflyable to me. I did see some gliders do a little flight, but with the liklyhood of no thermals at the end of the day, and the wind not on the hill at all, I decided the trip had been a waste of time.
Make you mind up early and go and fly, don’t wait till the end of the day.
Take note of the forcast, this did show the wind moving to the West at the end of the day. This made Dunstable flyable late on, so I should have gone there and not Coombe.
The local pub was having a special Saint Georges day celebration with cheap London Pride, and G&T’s. Rosemary and I had booked and we arrived for our meal. We were placed at the table of the usual evening drinking crowd (George and Annie, the local Mazda car dealer, Peter the retired farmer who’s son farms 2000 acres near Westcott, Graham and Fran (he has done pretty well everything), Tony the guy who made our windows.
I had Steak and Kidney Pudding with bubble and squeak, while Rosemary had faggots. Very Traditional English fare. A few pints of beer and wine were had. Spotted Dick for afters.
Rosemary left at about 10.30 and I stayed on till midnight leaving last. A bit of a sore head the next day.
The tickets for the Golden Jubilee celebration are selling well, I have not bought mine yet. Must do it on Thursday otherwise as an organiser it would look bad not being there for the meal. The rope of the tug of war has been acquired.
We canned our planned trip to Wales because of the weather forecast. So instead we headed to Withshire. First we drove on on the B4057 and stopped off at the Uffington White Horse. This is the highest spot in Oxfordshire.
The we drove to Marlborough where we had lunch at Pollys. I had an excellent Smoked Salmon Pate, While Rosemary had a Brie Salad. Looked at the shops, all selling expensive things that I don’t want.
Next a quick trip round to Milk Hill, Rybury, them back past Avebury and on to Swindon. On the way home stopped at a Landrover garage and looked at the Freelanders.