Gulls and chickens
Confronted by another icy and still morning at Bo Peep, and having heard of Wednesday's excellent morning on the cliffs, I arrived at Beachy about 1015. Ian and Simon soon turned up, reinforcing my faith that I was in the right place, but we had a long wait in a breeze just short of scratchy. Occasionally gulls and even crows taunted us by thermalling up. Finally, about 1315, Simon demonstrated that it was possible to join the gulls; Franco and I followed, and then half a dozen more.
The wide, smooth thermals just got better and better. Ian pushed way out front, Franco explored over the back. Eventually I did the same, reaching 2000 and then 2500 ASL in beautiful lift up to 1.7 m/s on the averager, almost 3 on the instant. Franco came to join me as I pushed inland; I tried to persuade him to join me in a downwind dash along a promising cloud street, as I topped out at over 2800. Sensibly he pushed back to launch, and after a bit of dithering, I did the same. I feared that I might not make it, but with bootfuls of bar it was comfortable.
Gandhi later explained that I might have done best to head along the coast eastwards, keeping within the sea thermals, as there surely weren't going to be any decent climbs inland. Next time -- if there's ever another January day like that one.