Is it the weather?
Is it the flying? or is it the end of term blues?
But the sparkle is dwindling fast. Even the daring tales of adventure and biggest xc's of the year from the weekend didn't reignite the spark, they were only 13 odd km, from a site that last year was giving people the flights of 50 + km. (Not that I'm knocking the effort, well done lads)
Peering into the distance of long range forecasts gives moments of hope, only for them to be dashed as the moment draws closer.
Last weekend looked good, but ended windless for most. My choice to have a day on the beach in the sunshine with a nice summer swell was thwarted by cloud, an onshore cold breeze and a diminishing sloppy swell. The only thing to warm the heart was a phone call from Wallis sitting on a windless XFell.
This weekend looked good, but now, those isobars have squeezed together, I suppose they will produce another sloppy swell,,,for Monday when I'm back at work.
I began the year looking at the xc league, willing myself on to fly great distances, now I look at it to revive memories of flying. I try to tell myself, the summer holidays are coming soon, there will be plenty of flying, but as time marches on, so do the low pressure areas and frontal systems.
Will I ever fly again?
When the right weather gets here to fly, will I still have the ambition? In fact, will I still have any kit?
Even looking through the posts on the board is becoming predictable and boring with fewer and fewer posts per day. We are even contemplating riding bikes rather than planning flying trips. (Yes Andrew I know I said I would put up dates for a holiday in October, but I haven't got the enthusiasm at the moment, I will do it as soon as I get the enthusiasm back)
I think I need to get out more, I'm beginning to sound pessimistic, maybe I've caught it from Mad Dog?
Feeling