This morning I had, rather unexpectedly, my first soaring flight with the Phoenix 1600 glider. Rather unexpected is as much as I had no expectation of there being lift about at that time, a leisurely nine o'clock departure due to sleepy disposition precluding getting out any earlier.
It was a lovely sunny morning following a clear cool night, although the breeze was already beginning to pick up from the East. I launched the Phoenix but saw immediately that it was turning to the left, an affliction which I have annoyingly been unable to eliminate satisfactorily, although twisting the left wing a little is a topical remedy.
Whilst bringing the Phoenix down for repairs, it was accosted by a very annoyed magpie flying down from its nest, the episode spurring me to mount the camera on the Phoenix to capture the antics. So it was, with the wing corrected and the camera running, that the glider powered up again into the blue morning sky.
Having previously tried to get the Phoenix in lift with only very moderate success, I was amazed to find that, once up a few hundred feet, that the glider didn't seem to be coming down in a hurry. Without having a variometer it was of course difficult to determine where the lift was, but flying over the road seemed to work well. The first run lasted a good few minutes before the Phoenix fell foul on sink and headed towards the field.
The next run was more successful, the glider staying up ten minutes, having to turn it back at one point as it climbed and drifted into the distance. Finally the breeze grew too strong, pushing the lift too far away...
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