It did not rain today. Well, it sprinkled for a few minutes, late this afternoon, but for the most part we had bright sunshine. When David got the word that his glider flight was on, he called us; picked us up in Lyndhurst; and drove us all the way (about two hours) to Shenington in Oxfordshire, where we found Shenington Gliding Club. There was a brisk wind, but apparently that wasn't a problem. People had been gliding happily all morning, and now it was David's turn.
We understood that they would probably be in the air for about seven minutes, but in fact they stayed aloft for seventeen minutes, time enough to get a splendid view of the Oxfordshire countryside. I was shivering, so I went into the bus that serves as an office/waiting room, and I watched the glider wafting overhead. A few minutes later, I was still watching the glider when I happened to glance over to the field, and there was David, walking along, helping to guide the plane back into its parking place. I had been mistakenly watching the glider that took off a few minutes after David's did -- so I missed photographing his landing.
While I was waiting for the flight, I took a few photos of the surrounding countryside. David must have had a fabulous view from up in the sky.
|Wroxton Best Western|
Believe it or not, this is a Best Western Hotel. We sat in a quiet lounge there; I drank green tea, ate a salad sandwich, and warmed up. Then we walked across the road to visit a thatched church -- the first of those I remember seeing, ever. It was a Roman Catholic church called St. Thomas of Canterbury, and its front door was open; so we went in.
It turned out to have beautiful stained glass windows; something that wasn't obvious from the outside.
Finally, we headed for home, rather dreading the Friday afternoon rush hour traffic. As it turned out, the traffic wasn't too bad, and we got back to Lyndhurst by dinnertime.
Tomorrow, we're expecting more good weather, so there may well be a trip to Dorset and another local football in our personal forecast.