The next club meeting is on Thursday 10th May, 8:00 at St Rumon’s Club. As a way of supporting St Rumon’s it has been suggested that KHPA members may wish to join their club at the yearly cost of £3.00
Minutes of Last Meeting
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Only two entries for this month’s competition The winner was Andy Rogers and, as seems to be the vogue nowadays, he donated the £5 winnings to the Air Ambulance. See here for the submitted photographs, and upload your own for next month.
Quotation of the month
There’s a theme developing in these quotes relating to the way organisations are run. This month’s is from Noel Gallagher of Oasis. Sick of the way his favourite football team ( Man City ) was being run he said:-
“ I’ve had enough. As soon as I get home I’m gonna buy that club. I’m gonna walk in and say,
‘you……f**k off; you……f**k off; you……f**k off; you……make me a cup of tea’.”
A reminder to all club members to report any issues of concern whether they involve you, another club member or anyone else. These issues are not always involve club activities but may impact on us all. For example, the other day at St Agnes Phil L was hit by an out of control model glider whilst stood appraising the site and with no intention to fly. The warning here is that an out of control model could hit you in the face as you are in the process of launching, and at Aggy, that might not be good. On the plus side, it shut Phil up for a minute or two.
Don’t assume someone else will report it, do it yourself. Contact a club safety officer, coach or on the website here
There is a free first aid app on the itunes site issued by the red cross click here to get it.
Mike Cowley commented :- ‘it seems an excellent app that all should have a copy of. Perhaps the next step with our new knowledge would be to decide who gets a “Do not resuscitate” sticker on their helmet’
Andy Rogers has passed his pilot exam. Another alumnus of the Class of 2011 who maintains the 100% success rate. Well done.Andy provided this picture of himself taken before he applied his make up in the morning. His reverse centaur condition ( his lower half is human) was caused by his nibbling lead paint off the table legs whilst a toddler. And you ladies always thought his nick name of ‘stallion’ was for some other anatomical reason.
Paragliding Utah grandma, 101, breaks world record.
A great-great grandmother has become the oldest woman to do a tandem paraglide, after she took to the skies for her 101st birthday last year She was inspired to give paragliding a go when her 75-year old son Allen took up the sport. Guinness World Records confirmed that she had broken the record on Tuesday, beating a 100-year-old Cypriot woman.”Just because you are old doesn’t mean you have to sit on your duff all day,” she told Reuters. Ms Hardison, from Utah, flew with an instructor in September 2011 while four generations of her family cheered her on.To celebrate her 90th birthday, she rode all of the adult rides at Disneyland. For her 102nd, she hopes to try out a mountain slide in her home state of Utah. Ms Hardison told Associated Press: “My desire is for the elderly to keep on going. Do things as long as you are physically able. Be positive. Friends don’t like a grumpy person.”
Sam & Vicky’s Wedding
After the death of MI6 agent Gareth Williams, Sam reluctantly has had given up his auto erotic luggage fetish and get married. Congratulations to them both. But just for old times sake, here are a couple of pictures of Sam confining his way to a climax. People have said thats this perverse practice is addictive, but Sam rubbishes that claim, saying that he had done it hundreds of times, and definately wasn’t hooked.
At the May meeting we will be voting on the Logo Competition.
Nominations are needed for the Steve Penaluna Trophy. Steve was a larger than life character, always willing to give things a go, his answer was always yes no matter what the question, he was becoming a very good pilot when he was tragically taken from us in a flying accident in France. A trophy in his memory is awarded in May each year to a person who has exceeded his or her expectations, somebody who has shown character and some WOW. Nomination’s are invited to be voted on at the May meeting. Pete Coad
KHPA XC league 2012 as of 26/04/12
Well, it seems a few of us have been out trying, but, apart from Nigel who got another score at Perranporth, not trying hard enough! Despite a British record breaking day on 15th April, not one of the mighty Kernow club found themselves on the right site. A shame, and must do better! Let’s all keep our eyes on RASP and see if we can identify the good days coming, so we can be at the right place at the right time…and get some scores on the door! Tim Jones
Paragliding XC League
Age? 45 I know what you are thinking
Born? Cornwall born and bred and haven’t wanted to move anywhere else.
Previous Occupations? Tin mining industry, TV installation Rep, Channel 5 Returner, and some people on the building sites would say Clerk of Works
Favourite Hobbies? Obviously Paragliding, Fishing, Photography
How and when did you get into flying? I used to live at the foot of Carn Brea and I used to see the guys up there flying Paragliders, and I said to my missus that “I will be up there one day” and her reply was “no you won’t, where would that leave me and Mark (my son) if something was to happen to you?”. (Funny that she doesn’t feel the same now) So that idea was put on the back burner for a while until last year when I was at the St Rumans Club and the Landlord mentioned that the KHPA meeting was the following night, so I went along and introduced myself. I started my EP on the 8th March 2011, CP 2 weeks later, after completing my CP I had a long wait of 7 weeks until I could do my hill conversion. It was an agonizing wait, waiting for the right conditions; I spent my time learning the fine art of parawaiting and ground handling which had put me in good stead for when the time was right. 18th May 2011 was the day I finally completed and I haven’t look back, it’s been about a year and I have managed to log over 65 hours. I would like to say that they have all been really enjoyable hours but that would be a lie. There was many a time that I had taken off when maybe I shouldn’t have, or should have had landed sooner. If you can learn from your mistakes, I must be bloody good by now. I would not call myself a natural flier I seem to analyze things too much, many a time Graham and Kaz would say stop reading the books during my training
Where and when were your most memorable flying experiences? One of my scariest times was when I had about 8 hours under my belt. I was first on site and the conditions were top end and I took off at Perran and I just went up and up, but not forward. I eased on the speed bar to full and managed to get forward but I was still going up. By now I was running out of beach, time for big ears I thought, then all of a sudden my vario made a different tone which normally I don’t like the sound of, I was going down. I let myself go way below take off and off to the right over by the dunes, here I flew for the next 20 minutes or so before I ended up on the beach. I gathered my wind climbed up the dunes and re launched but very soon afterward ended on the beach again, I was starting to get cocky by now, so I decided to ground handle the wing up the dunes when all of a sudden a gust came through and I was off, being picked up and spun around and the vario making a tone I still haven’t heard again since and seeing the ground going in the opposite direction to what I was used to was very disorientating. I was starting to panic I stamped on the speed bar full on and I was still going back and up. I looked at the pulleys and they were not touching because I am short in the leg so I got out of the harness and stood on the bar and leant forward on the risers for a bit more, I started to creep forward and I said to myself if I get out of this alive that’s it I’m giving up this stupid sport, I managed to reach the beach where I landed, I took off my flying gear and I was soaking wet in fear. I sat there for a while thinking what I should of done, and it was everything that I didn’t and what I did I shouldn’t of.
3 hours later I was up there again flying.
One of my best flights was when I was training in the field and it was the end of the day and I said to Graham if I could just do a pleasure flight with no training attached, He agreed and said “I won’t say anything enjoy yourself” . Off I went to the top of the line and Graham being Graham can’t keep his mouth shut said “Adie turn right “he had noticed as I was going up the line my wing was being pulled to the right by a thermal .Sure enough there was a thermal and he talked me into it where I managed to circle three times gaining height all the time, Then over the radio he said that I had to leave the thermal as I was drifting away from the field. To put icing on the cake I came in and spot landed right next to the windsock in the field. My legs and hands were shaking with adrenaline.
What is your favorite flying site in Britain? This has to be Perranporth at the moment, there is so much you can do there.
Who do you most admire in the sport? There is no one person for me, there is Graham with his outstanding knowledge. Michel who loves his flying so much risks his own health, Bill with his helpfulness and Glen with his flying ability.
What trait do you most deplore in yourself? Lack of confidence in my ability not just in flying, I don’t give myself enough credit and I’m too much a perfectionist.
What trait do you most deplore in other people? Selfishness and people who can’t keep their word
What’s your favourite piece of music? Any of the UB40 songs
What is your favourite film? Avatar 3D not so much the story line but the graphics were outstanding.
What’s your greatest fear? Drowning, I have such a fear I can’t swim, every time I’ve tried to learn I end up chocking and then panic sets in which makes it worse
What would your motto be? You’re along time dead
How would like to be remembered? Always willing to help.
Dredgy Does the Dune
Pyla & Pastis (that‘s Pastis not Pasties) April 2012.
Where is it?
West of Bordeaux in La Teste-du-Buch, 8 hrs from Roscoff using the Auto route.
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What is it?
The largest sand dune in Europe, where on a very clear day it is possible to see The Pyrenees mountains in the far distance, but more normally it is the spectacular views over the Atlantic coast, and the sand bars of the inlet to the Arcachon basin. Inland are the tree tops of the extensive pine forest (no going over the back unless you have mega height and a very good tailwind). The dune itself is 107m (351 ft) high, but it also covers a large area, extending about 500m inland and 2500m along the coast.
It’s a paragliding Mecca and pilots Playground, believe me you need to go at least once ( we’ve been three times) just to experience the sheer size of it.
The flying is superb with the regular Sea Breeze kicking in after lunch nearly every day, and its not just for Paragliders, the hangy boys and girls can dune goon as good as anybody, landing opportunities are endless, and the sand is super soft..(don’t get me wrong though, hit it hard enough and its like concrete!!!) but to be flying down low dragging your hands or bare feet along the sand is magical.
We had a fantastic week, I flew four days out of seven, if I’d had a mini wing I’d have flown seven out of seven.( great place for ASKA’s by the way they were everywhere on the windy days)
In those four days though I was able to develop my flying and ground handling skills so much, the wind is smooth and with so all that space I was able to practice cobra launches, high wind take offs, spot landing ‘mushing the wing in’, kiting, and spirals.
The ‘out and return’ can be a real challenge when the wind is off, I managed it once, albeit with a three step touch down on one of the low sections, after which I had to work the small ridges really hard to inch my way back up the face of the dune… by using both brakes simultaneously, I found I was able to literally pump myself back up the face and top land.
It was only 6k there and back, but felt great.
I flew the Tandem on two days and my youngest, Sam is now a true convert, and with cries off ‘higher, higher and don’t land yet’ kept me busy.
What would it cost?
I’ve based this on four people sharing, if you get a few mates and a van to travel in its really good value.
Prices based on going in April for a week, obviously mid summer is more, yes its hotter but its also REALLY busy..(why wouldn’t it be it’s a great place)
If four of you go….(more is cheaper)…all in, inc ferry, accommodation (four berth fully equipped chalet in pine forest) and fuel it could be as cheap as £205 each for a week, obviously food and beer on top, but loads of good Hypermarches near by.
Anyone want to go, give me a shout and give you all the details, there are several campsites, but this one has its own private take off!! So no crowds or climbing the dune…easy. http://www.petitnice.com
OK, stop that sniggering. Brown Willy is a hill and is the highest point in Cornwall. It has been flown in the past by club members on hang gliders, but we decided to see how it would be for paragliders. For those of you with an infantile sense of humour, (mainly Nigel Eagle) I have peppered my report with as many colloquial references to male genitals and its function as I could be bothered to.
28th March 2012.
Members , Steve D, Steve M , Bill N and Graham A, made the trip to assess Brown Willy for paragliders. We set off from the car park for Roughtor. Where we looked long and hard across to the intended launch. Bill said he had flown on Tors before, and said he liked Cox, but was keen to give Willy a go. It was a long climb to the summit and we were hoping for a stiff breeze blowing from the East. Unfortunately on planting the wind sock in the rocky summit, it just hung limp. We sat and admired the view while we ate lunch. Steve said the landscape reminded him of Penistone in Yorkshire except that it was drier around her, there were no forests and you rarely saw a wood. For lunch I had sandwiches with a nice bit of blue vein cheese, Steve had salty nuts and Bill a sausage and spotted dick. We got our wings out and gear on and got ready to launch or as Dredgy says, we prepared to lob off. Bill was first to attempt a launch but was caught out by a rising column of air we know as a thermal, so he cocked it up. It was my go next, a good quick inflation, a quick spurt of speed and I was off. Found a bit of lift and made some height, but was heading for a premature disappointment as the areas of lift were small compared to the areas of sink. I went down. From the bottom, I looked up and saw Bills’s blue helmet appearing over the summit. The next minute he was flying and staying within the small areas of lift and even managed to pull off a slope landing. The big fellow Graham then gave it a go, but only succeeded in plunging straight to the bottom. Steve’s flight wasn’t much better, and he too went straight down. We all wondered whether it was worth coming at all, it wasn’t the perfect day to go and try to fly, it was a long walk in and out and a fair drive to get there. Maybe on a different day it would be better. And maybe I could have included more double entendres, allusions or euphemisms relating to the male genitals. Perhaps the next site visit could be somewhere for the ladies, Clitheroe or Scunthorpe perhaps?
If you ever jump the gap at Chapel Porth,( I think Kaz has, because she only mentions it every time I see her) the first part of the ridge you meet was where Wheal Charlotte was. I managed to find an aerial photo that seems to be taken from above the beach. The photo was from the Cornwall Council Photo Image bank, there is a link to more photos here
A couple more pictures of first Chapel Porth then Wheal Coates. These were from the St Agnes Forum, their website is here.