Flight

After a round of teas, the wind eased just long enough for a run to Truleigh and back. I was nervous about crossing the wires without a vast amount of height, but those two sober citizens Vincent and Phil demonstrated that it was perfectly feasible. Then the wind picked up again, so back into the van for more tea. It eased again a little before dark, so the Mad Farmer had a twilight waft about on his own.