After missing out in Switzerland I convinced Karl to jump on the train over from Paris to see a bit of the UK. I was hoping we could go and fly somewhere. As the English paraglider pilot so aptly put it "Go back to Australia, England is Pants for flying" We did some getting blown out and some sitting on the hill waiting for the wind to pick up and alot of marveling at the incredibly optimistic and cheerful forecasts that the BBC
provides.
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