We got up ludicrously early on the promise of wave. We hunted down and cajoled the tug pilots and then launched with gay abandon into the wide blue yonder. Unfortunately the 'blueness' should have been a hint. After retrieving our gliders with monotonous regularity from in front of the clubhouse and then willfully throwing them back into the sky, reality slowly dawned.
Coupled with a typical Deeside lamentable launch rate the frustration levels went sky-high causing one member to eject teddies and himself from SH4 and go off in a huff. Tomorrow's got to be better than this!
(previous paragraph edited - you should have seen it before we toned it down)
The Chinese and Chippie takaways were good.
Frustrations are mounting to the point where arguements regarding spelling and grammar in the blog are achieving pride of place.
Anyway, in the words of Kenny Rogers, 'Some days are diamonds, some days are stones...'
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