Hello all – a little bit of housekeeping

I have changed my way of notifying my faithful readers when I write a new post. The previous method wasn’t working well and there had been a storm of protest from people with serious FOMO*.

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Live and loud at the Sydney Festival

We didn’t fancy much at the Sydney Festival this year. But so as not to be boring stay-at-home people, we chose to go to a music gig at the Spiegeltent in Hyde Park almost at random. We went to see Jessy Lanza, a Canadian singer we’d never heard of!

It was a rainy evening, but we managed to get to Hyde Park by train without getting wet. The rain stayed away and we had a couple of drinks and some food before the show in the “festival village” – outdoor eating area. 

Jan had “simple and robust Italian fare from Fratelli Fresh” and I had a “juicy burger . . .  courtesy of Sydney institution Mary’s.” We rushed into the Spiegeltent to get a good possie. The fans dashed to the front of the stage, but we found a seat in a booth at the back. 

The music was of a type we had never before experienced. Great thumping bass beats with synthesised drums and high-pitched girlie wailing over the top – it was quite good! It was Jessy’s voice as well as a female drummer, lots of electronic stuff and sampling. 

Jessy is described as having “high soulful vocals and house-inflected 90s R&B”. Also: “Jessy Lanza makes pop music out of non-pop sounds from ’90s R&B to Chicago Footwork to Acid House.”

It was enjoyable, even for old people. And it got us out of the house and away from the TV (We’ve just finished binge watching the latest series of Spiral).

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Reflections on a summer camp

This year’s Southern Cross Gliding Club annual camp in Cootamundra was not a great one for me. Gliding is a weather-based sport, and the weather did not play ball. It was hot (good), but also windy some days (bad) and with a temperature inversion other days that made the thermals run out at 5000 feet (bad).

I flew on five days of the eight days I was at camp. My longest flight was 369 kilometres in the junior. I had a total of 13 hours and 38 minutes in the air. I managed some good average speed in the LS4 and the DG303 on some days where the thermals were not so good – about 86 km/h.

Speed is important for distance flying. The thermals may start at 12 noon and finish at maybe 6pm on a good day – so you have six hours to complete a task. The faster, the further! Of course on some days the thermals will keep going later, although usually much weaker than earlier in the day.

At least nobody else was achieving brilliant flights on the days I struggled! Some pilots managed to achieve personal goals including one 50 kilometre flight for a Silver C badge and one 300 kilometre flight for a Gold badge.

The final Saturday the lift was very weak, but one of our members managed to fly 50 kilometres to Temora to deliver a special trophy that had been dumped on us earlier in the week. Titled the We Don’t Want It trophy, it is considered  important to get rid of it as soon as possible!

A launch was available at Temora, but he couldn’t face the flight back. So I drove to Temora with the trailer and another guy to de-rig the glider and bring it and him back to Cootamundra. That was ok because we had to de-rig the glider that afternoon anyway in order to tow it back to Camden, our home base. That particular glider, DG303,  has a very well designed trailer, so rigging and de-rigging is a quick and smooth operation. 

On the Sunday I drove back to Camden towing the DG303, about five hours with stops. All went smoothly. We rigged the gliders at Camden and returned them to their spot in the big hangar there.

Camp over for another year. I hope to have another attempt at a 500 k flight later in the summer if I can arrange to rent a glider at Lake Keepit.

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Too damned hot – and windy!

It was 41 degrees today with strong gusty winds and some rain. We looked at the forecasts and decided to stay on the ground – a wise decision.

We de-rigged one of the gliders, put it into its trailer and organised for it to be towed back to Camden by one of our members who was leaving today.

Then four of us, me Michael Brandon  Paul Reynolds and Bill Nixon, drove to the Roundhouse Museum at nearby Junee. It is a railway museum “home to one of few working Railway Roundhouses in the Southern Hemisphere. When built in 1942, it boasted the largest turntable at 100 foot. Since 1994, the Roundhouse has seen a new lease of life. Half is now used for the museum, whilst the other portion is used for its original purpose of re-conditioning and rebuilding locomotives and rolling stock.”

It has some lovely old locos and carriages, plus a big model railway layout. The outside workshops were a bit hard to take in the 41 degree heat but we managed to see everything before heading for an airconditioned pub in town for lunch. 

After a couple of beers we headed for the Junee licorice and chocolate factory where we sampled some licorice and a gelato before heading home. The drive back to Cootamundra was interesting. The strong winds were blowing branches off trees and across the road so we had to be really careful.

The forecast is not good for tomorrow. Sigh!

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Three hours going round in circles . . .

A strange weather day today. A “blue” day – that is no clouds. There was lift, Jim, but not as we know it.  There was a temperature inversion about 6000 ft which stopped the thermals at that height. The thermals were small and rough.

I launched in the DG303  with a 500 kilometre task set in my logger. I managed to climb to 6000 feet and get about 20 k on track, then the lift ran out. I struggled back to Cootamundra found another thermal and set out again. Hmm, back again. I spent three hours wandering to and fro near Coota and getting nowhere.

At least it was just 22 degrees at 6000 feet. It was 38 degrees on the ground. Nobody went anywhere so I didn’t feel so bad. The forecast is not great for the next two days, but I’ve had plenty of gliding fun at the camp so I’m not too fussed.

It will be a relief to get out of the heat – although Sydney has been baking as well! 

Pork cutlets with mash and veggies at the pub tonight. Mmmm!

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