It was Easterton's turn to host the second leg of the ICL this year, after Portmoak held the first leg in April. However, despite all our efforts to scrub the clubhouse, ready the gliders and lay in stocks of bacon, the weather gods were not moved to smile upon the event.
Saturday looked sunny enough, but with 38 kt gusts it was deemed far too exciting to attempt any launching, even for the brave. The day was scrubbed and visitors amused themselves with the simulator instead, in between bouts of competitive bacon-roll-eating. A shame that so many folk left early due to the weather, as Neil's excellent local venison barbecue on Saturday evening was definitely the highlight of the weekend - even if we did have to hold it in the hangar due to the wind!
Sunday dawned grey, wet and miserable as predicted and stayed that way throughout. By mid-morning the last of the trailers had set off home in the drizzle. Fair to say that this ICL, which we were looking forward to after two years of Covid restrictions, was a washout - we will have to hope for better weather for the next one. Many thanks to everyone who pitched in to smarten up the clubhouse and help with the catering, though - at least that bit went right...
Naturally, of course, the weather has since improved during the week, and as I type our illustrious chairman is just returning after a good 3 1/2 hours of wave soaring in his very shiny new toy. We look forward to seeing his Silent and Stuart's Nimbus vying with each other for supremacy on the Ladder over the coming months!