Well to quote a blonde bimbo," where the bloody hell were you?"
On arrival 12 o'clock Ken and Peter where already fanging around on the lower dunes,
Peter set up at the boneyard and flew frenchies and the boneyard a first that I know of.
The conditions improved as the day progressed. Ken, Peter, Wayne, Lynette, Paul, Thea, Richie, and Marty, all payed homage at the boneyard, and look forward to the next day of prayer.
Our newest member Thea came down to the boneyard thinking she would only be looking, but left having done much more than that.

P.S. If you are thinking of flying at frenchies please make yourself aware of the correct parking area before arrival and only fly with a local pilot, As we would like to keep the friendly locals friendly.