Happy New Year! A new flying season awaits us and judging by the weather so far it can only get better!
I would like to start with saying what a champion chap Steve Dredge is and to thank him for the excellent Job he did as chairman of our fine club. He submitted the following before and after photos and a message for us all.
See what 3 years as Chairman of a club full of loonies does to you, I was young virile and good looking with a full head of hair and full of hope, you can see it in my pensive quizzical expression, now I resemble Ben Gun from bloody Treasure Island..I LOVE CHEESE, WHERE IS THE CHEESE!!! Knackered, Burnt out and a broken man…
Goodbye to Steve and perhaps have a lie down? and welcome the equally virile and good looking Andy Rogers as our new chair person. I was surprised when I heard Andy was stepping into the role, as I considered him one that already did a great deal for the club. Kudos for all you have done thus far, and your future deeds, which I have no doubt will be exceptional, keep an eye out for those pesky trees and best of luck ; )
After a chat with Andy about how to edit the web site (which is why the bulletin is late…sorry), I asked him if I could pass on anything he would like to say to the club, he said “Thanks you b*stards”, an unambiguous and accurate opening statement, which I’m sure we can all respect.
I would like to thank my predecessor Steve M for all the work he put into producing the bulletin. I shall endeavor to maintain the high standards he set and will miss his extremely entertaining and engaging style.
Many of you know me already for those that don’t my name is Sam Allum I live in Tavistock Devon on the east side of the great divide (Tamar). I have had all the recommended jabs and venture down to frequent Kernows sites with reasonable regularity. I fly HG and PG and am also a member of SDHGPGC. Last year saw some great XC flights by Kernow pilots on the Moor (Wyn and Big Graham), so those that haven’t yet tasted its delights grab your wing and head on up! If we get some good moor days I shall write a report, or email one of you to provide one.
Aviation adventures, tips on safety, gear reviews, pictures, news from the wider flying community any article or opinion that you would like to share with the club please email me firstname.lastname@example.org.
What better way to kick off than with an aviation adventure courtesy of Steve W to inspire our lower air timers. Thanks Steve for submitting this and getting the ball rolling for the year.
Aggers for the first time.
I think most of you know me by now. I’m the guy with the long flowing great looking hair that every woman swoons over. Er, ok, maybe that’s wishful thinking, but I did have hair once!
I believe it’s been 18 months plus since I qualified via Phipsy/Kazz at Cloud 9 and being a lifelong admirer of Hang Gliding and then Paragliding it was always my burning ambition to fly one day, but like most money and other circumstance closed that door to me. It’s only by sheer luck the door then opened and here I now am!
Living in Truro, St Agnes and Perranporth were places I often came for walks with the Mrs and inevitably I would see lots of people flying either with Hang Gliders or Paragliders. Never ever thought I would be one of them!
Even though before flying there St Agnes looked scary with the high cliffs. Other Paragliding pilots have mentioned you should have a decent amount of air time and experience before attempting it.
I’m very safety conscious anyway so that was enough to make me want to wait, a long time, even ground handling there! Over the last year with the bad weather and being a weekend flyer at best I’ve been feeling the frustration of not getting as much airtime as I feel the need to. My main worry was losing any touch I had gained. I felt this in a big way at the start with several weeks in between getting to the sites, even ground handling became more and more difficult. Then for weeks ground handling was all I seemed to do!
Eventually you get a flight, be it a short one. It’s a fix until the next time though frustration builds until you eventually understand it’s the nature of the sport and everyone goes through this and feels the same way. ish!
So another period of little flying recently and exasperatingly it seemed that the only place to fly was Aggie. Not enough experience I thought and with frustration starting to bubble to the surface two of the guys, Phil and Adie mentioned that it might be flyable over at Perran. I later found out they went there for my benefit, not theirs! [Great guys!]
We all arrived and assessed the conditions, chilly, more a Northerly so too far off for the three of us to fly with any safety or meaning, but being the nice guy he is Adie took off to check on the conditions. As expected it wasn’t good, it was very scratchy and looking across to St Agnes we could see there were at least four Paragliders flying and at a decent height.
Adie landed and we were then on our way to Aggers! I decided when I got there I might as well do ground handling and watch the others. Wyn, Mad Mike, Andy R and some I can’t remember were already in the air and the lift looked just ‘ok’ from the front. A couple from the south Devon club turned up and were flying within minutes.
I had a good briefing with Adie and Phil about St Agnes, i’ve spoken to many others before including Phipsy but I never think you can be told too much about anywhere you might potentially fly! I wasn’t going to anyway!!!
So both Phil and Adie had a flight, one after the other using Adie’s rig as Phil didn’t want to dirty his new wing. After a while Phil decided he wanted some of my coffee too. How could I refuse, it’s not like I make the stuff for myself and I’ve never met a more generous guy with biscuits, food, drink sharing anyway! [if you believe that…]
I did some more ground handling and then put my wing to one side deciding it was going away after some grub.
Me and Phil retreated back to Adie’s mystery mobile and watched the skys intently. Then there came the call on Adie’s spare radio that sent shivers down my spine. ‘Steve, I think there’s plenty of lift for you to give it a go!’
OK, at that point I gave out a large sigh which inside meant ‘Shit!’ and said to Phil pretending not to hear Adie im off to do some more ground handling. Phil heard it though and followed me out.
I got set up and for some reason I don’t quite understand I found myself moving towards the front of the take off zone and then… Well, there were much in the way of crashing waves against some very high looking cliffs below me and I seemed to be gaining height, rapidly!
After a minute or so I started to breath and then after another all the reasons why I convinced myself not to fly there ever went hurtling through my mind; no bottom landing, no bottom landing and if anything goes wrong NO BOTTOM LANDING!!!
Well with the way things were going that didn’t seem to be an issue at all. For the next 7 minutes and 45 seconds I tried not to think about negatives, and instead think that at last I flown here, think happily I can tick it off and those warm other thoughts went through my mind, where do I land, when do I land and alarmingly, HOW DO I LAND?
Because I wasn’t wearing a radio [the batteries had depleted] I had agreed with Phil that if he felt the conditions on the ground had changed for the worse he would wave his hands in the air in a ‘GET THE F**K DOWN’ kind of motion!
So, my eyes were solidly on Phil when I was not observing flying protocols and as I saw Adie land I could of swore I saw Phil’s arms move above his head! That was it, the signal!!!!!
I swooped down towards the rear landing area like a man delivering Chocolates in a 70’s ad and landed not only feeling very happy with myself but also amazed at how much I love the feeling of something solid under my feet. I would of kissed the floor too if it had not been for the prickly heather and a woman walking past with her husband.
I walked over to Phil who’s first words were, ‘Why did you come down?’ and Adie’s first words explaining how to land better. A debriefing with the boys then followed reliving the moments.
So, Aggers was conquered at last, I found it to be more nervy than meeting the in-laws for the first time, the coaching and advice at the KHPA is great, everybody is always there to help and most importantly, if you ever need a flask of coffee emptied then contact Phil Lyons via the club website!
Cheers, Steve W.
Adie submitted the following concerning Paraglider safety
After seeing the brummel hooks undo on a delta 2 about 5 times whilst I was ground handling it. It made me look into the problem on the internet and I came across this very easy and cheap fix all you need is a couple of rubber O rings.
When was the last time you checked your… battens?
I will confess to have never checked my battens! My Excuse being the first glider I owned came minus the profile I could have tracked one down but was too lazy. My current glider came with one so no excuse. After one seasons flying the wing tip battens required tweaking they had both flattened out (less curve to the leading edge). Did not notice any change in flight characteristics, but guess it could have effected the pitch recovery of the wing at low angles of attack, with the tips creating less lift than they were designed to.
German engineers have a flight plan: mimic barn owls’ quiet aerial manoeuvring to make less noisy airfoils for human aviation. Nocturnal, hunters barn owls use acoustics to locate prey, so they can’t be distracted by noises of their own making.
Key to barn owl’s stealth is flying slowly, with very little flapping. Its steep wing curve is a particular asset: It’s especially good at creating the low pressure on the top side that sucks the wing upwards, says lead researcher Thomas Bachmann. Plumage pays a part too. Owls have extremely dense coats (wear no jewellery that can jangle) and their feathers’ soft texture muffles sound. Fringes on the edges of the feathers also lead to ways to downplay turbulence. – Johna Rizzo
Vladimir Putin the Russian Tzar, and international man of action (with questionable moral judgement), gets sporty and takes to the sky to hassle the local birds! Link No Vlad No!
Flying Sasquatch abducts man! (Fast Forward to about 21minutes in) Link believe
Editor blows own trumpet. This was an awesome day big sky, moody sea, and lots of lift (Pause video click on the cog icon bottom right of player window to change to 1080p, then enlarge using the square icon for a better quality picture). Link flyhobbitfly
Minutes of last meeting
Club paragliding trip to France Jun 13 2014 for 9 days
Contact Ben Burroughs if you are interested, location will be Morillon in Grand Massif
Dune du Pyla trip 18-27 Apr 2014
Dredgie is going, organise yourself if you fancy joining him for company and flying.
Carn Brea Protection Society
have got a Facebook site and were wondering if they could use some of our photos that are on our website
Next Club Meeting Thursday 13th Feb St Rumons
15 Feb has been booked and confirmed with Bill Morris. Venue is the Vintage Aircraft Museum at St Mawgan cost £15.
Photo Competition Winner
Photo by P Steve W Glen at one with the wing.
A Final Thought
When looking through the bulletin archive at what the club was up to a decade ago it seems Patrick Buxton and Pete Coad had been knocking off a few XC’s in 2004. Pete will be remembered and missed by all of us. This year when indecision, nerves and anxiety, or dare I say it lack of motivation try’s to get the better of me thinking a little bit more Coady might just do the trick. As Pete said “collective negativity never gets you anywhere” remember this and make the most of what the season has to offer.