There's never a vulture around when you need one. We waited until 1:30 in the hope it would be soarable. No-one else had tried so we felt we had to show the locals how to do it. Adrian Nettleship drew the short straw and was back down on the ground in 28 minutes. I didn't feel too bad about it because the Finns fell down shortly after. More cogitation ensued until 3:30. The Lasham crew in the shape of Paul Wheatcroft stepped up and once more we went into battle with Stage 2 and then back to Stage 1, grinding upwards until we could make the leap across to Stage 3. After some more grinding, the rate of climb increased and we were soon bouncing along at over 11,000 feet to the edge of Ordesa. Once more the double figure thermals appeared, making it six days in a row. The locals said it has been the best March for a Spanish donkey's years. Many thanks for a great team who made it a memorable vacation.
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