It's a quiet day in Birr- the al fresco breakfast is off, and Jay and Bob pack up and go, leaving the remaining UGCers slightly lost and confused, not least because they realise they won't be washing for several days now that the caravan is gone. The K-13 is to rig thanks to David, and we get it done without too much bother, although the lifting is apparently not up to standard, with Seamus commenting 'you boys could lift that wing if you'd had your new potatoes!' Sticking up for the food of the week Rick says 'nah... nah, we've all had loads of eggs!' This doesn't impress a Tipperary man... 'That means nothing... I knew a man once that had the new potatoes. You hear the thunder. He saw the thunder, and heard the lightning. New potatoes.' Words of wisdom indeed. Inspector Anderson once again announces that all is grand, and the big banana is back in the air.
In other news, at one point we manage to have three Peters on one aerotow combination at one point. The first in history? Andy Cameron drops by for a cup of tea, but takes off again fairly promptly, probably upon smelling the rest of us. All having adjusted to each others unshowered aroma we are slowly fending off all visitors.
We get 20 launches off the ground, which sets the record of the trip, but with the students running out of money the Queen's launches start to dwindle. Seamus takes Abi up for a 'spin' in the K-13, and passes on the immortal advice: 'Thermals are like leprechauns, they're there, you just have to know where to look for them.'
Listen and learn!
Owen optimism kicks in at 1am when David announces: 'Kilkenny and return? It's looking good this!' Rick agrees that it's doable, quoting Seamus' unarguable fact that the K-13 cross country record is over 750km (admittedly in Germany, many years ago when the machine was considered a revolutionary design). Gary predicts a certain 300 day and sets to marking up his maps already, declaring it 'in the bag'. Will there be a final day of landout madness?
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