Sun, sand, sea, golf

Just back from a six-day break on the Sunshine Coast at Novotel Twin Waters. A resort built around a big lagoon with the sea just a five-minute walk away. It was hot – 35 degrees –  and humid, so we spent a bit of time swimming in the lagoon and plunging into the surf. The surf was a bit too rough to swim, but it was fun.

We hopped on Jetstar for the 90-minute flight to Maroochydore. No hassles, easy travel compared to international flying. The last time I was at Maroochydore I’d flown my Pitts Special there to compete in the Australian Aerobatic Championships. That flight took a bit longer with a couple of refuelling stops on the way!

Jan meets a kangaroo at Twin Waters golf course.

Jan and I played nine holes of golf at Twin Waters golf course, way more upmarket than my usual haunt of Concord municipal course. Smooth fairways and lovely greens, although they were very dry and fast. There was lots of wildlife there, including some friendly kangaroos.

We also went up the road to Coolum, where the Australian PGA Championships was being held. This was our first time watching professional golf and it was really good fun. We followed a group around which included Peter Senior and Rod Pampling. It was hot and hard going, but there were kiosks around the course selling cold beer! For the second nine, we switched to the leading group which included a newcomer, Daniel Popovic, the eventual winner. These pros sure hit the ball a long way, but it was more interesting to see how well they got out of trouble.

Back at the resort, we hired some bikes for a ride around, and I had a thrash about on a windsurfer and a pleasant session on a Hobie Cat catamaran. I had a few runs across the lagoon with some smooth tacks and gybes, with never a hint of any possible capsize.

 

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Scary strange pictures – and that’s just me!

Went to see the Bacon exhibition at the Art Gallery of New South Wales. That’s not the delicious slices of cured pig meat, unfortunately, that’s Francis Bacon, English artist who paints scary pictures of distorted people often screaming. (He stole the scream idea from a scene in the famous film Battleship Potemkin.)

Jan loved it, I was a bit bored by it, I must admit. Maybe I’m just not highbrow enough. I preferred the bent Bugatti that was in the art gallery, very nice, shame you couldn’t drive it.

We travelled into the city on the Rivercat ferry. It’s usually a lovely trip with great scenery. But the weather was foul – grey and blowing a gale (literally). It was too windy to sit on the outside deck so we had to cram inside.

Never mind, we were entertained by views of sailing dinghies capsizing all over the place and wetsuited sailors trying to right their craft.

The walk from Circular Quay to the gallery through the Botanic Gardens, usually a lovely stroll, was a battle against the wind and cold. Just like English weather!

It was so windy that they had to pause the Australian Open Golf tournament at The Lakes in Sydney for a few hours.

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Hotter and higher

I’m having lots more fun gliding – I now have nine flights in my logbook over the past three weeks and I’m still enjoying it. The last outing was on Friday when it was nearly 40 degrees out on the airfield at Camden and we all fried.

Unfortunately, hot air everywhere under an overcast does not give you thermals. So my two flights were only about 20 minutes each, but that’s enough to have some fun before carrying out the important circuit and landing – showing off my sideslipping technique.

I’m now checked out to drive the retrieve car (wow!) a battered little Daihatsu. We use it to tow the gliders out from the hangar to the takeoff point and to bring the gliders back to the takeoff point when they have landed down the airfield. We also get plenty of exercise pushing the aircraft around.

So far, my instructors seem to be good guys and certainly know their stuff.

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Back in the air, very quietly

I’ve been missing flying since I sold the Pitts Special ages ago. So – on a whim – I decided to give gliding a go again. I first soloed on gliders at the age of 16 at RAF Spitalgate near Grantham and went on to more advanced flying at Coventry Gliding Club near Husbands Bosworth in England.

Gliding is a cheaper alternative to power flying – here it’s less than half the price – and it is fairly relaxing compared to hooning around in a Pitts Special.

The Southern Cross Gliding club at Camden welcomed me, despite me not having booked anything. I signed up for a 5-flight discount package and chatted to the half-a-dozen blokes hanging around while I waited for an instructor and aircraft to become free.

I scored a very shiny fibreglass modern two-seat glider – a Schleicher ASK-21 and a pleasant instructor called Derek. The weather was splendid – about 24 degrees, light winds and pufy little clouds. I told the instructor of my flying experience and he let me fly the glider for the aerotow takeoff behind a Piper Pawnee tug plane.

We towed up to 3000 feet, then found thermals to take us up to 7000 feet while I got the hang of the controls. Great fun. We did a few loops and chandelles, then he talked me through as aI flew the approach and landing. I made a lovely landing and he was very complimentary about my flying, so that was good.

The other good thing about this, is that they want qualified power pilots (like me) to fly the tug plane. If I were to get approved to fly that, it would be free flying for me – Wahoo! I expect flying a glider tug might be a bit boring after a while, but it’s worth having a go.

The gliding was very a lovely experience, fairly relaxing, although there are some bumps in the air when you are thermalling under the clouds. You spend a lot of time flying in circles to stay in the column of rising air. The view through the big canopy was stunning – I could see Sydney to the north and Wollongong over to the East, and when we got high, I could see into the Burragorang valley that feeds into Warragamba Dam.

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Circus with a difference

We head off to see Cirque du Soleil in Moore Park under their big top. Splendid show, very exciting. There’s a strange story line based around a big egg and lots of strange insects. The performers are all dressed as strange insects in amazing costumes.

Some acts are circus standards – slack wire, trapeze artists, people dangling from ropes – but there are twists to them all.

For me, the highlight was based around an artificial climbing wall and some hidden trampolines. The performers were making spectacular leaps down from the high wall into the trampolines and bouncing back up and hanging on the face of the wall. Very enjoyable night out, marred only by traffic jams getting there and queues to get out of the car park.

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