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Ready to rig at 0900. Sky blue with an obvious inversion. Very hot. Red Kites trying to soar. We waited for signs of the inversion breaking. Glider flying at Marpingen was studied with interest through binoculars. A Samburo motor glider did circuits. After tactical discussions, including an assessment of the short uphill grass runway, it was decided that Nick and Richard would go.
The Husky tug was run up. Locals watched and cameras rolled. Two strong German lads assisted getting the Duo rolling up the slope. The take-off appeared to be "interesting" and the climb out was slow (hot/highish) but it was a first for Wustweiler. Phil took the second tow in 618. They all had a real struggle and we kept up on the road, past Saarbrucken and towards the frontier, apparently sustained mostly by the heat from power stations, foundries and car parks, if the radio chat meant anything.
Progress was painfully slow and things finally ground to a very hot halt south east of Metz where both gallant teams landed in the same stubble field at HERNY, the day's score being just 62k in well over three hours! When we arrived the locals were on the scene and showing great interest. We were implored to visit their nearby house and to take a beer or two. How could we refuse ! After much manoeuvring, we arrived at a petite ferme adjacent to a very busy rail line. The sight of Julian making mobile phone calls while standing in the middle of the track prompted some wisecracks "This seems to be a bad line" etc. |
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At the house we were greeted by an assortment of people of indeterminate relationship. Perhaps there was a family in there somewhere but we couldn't figure it all out. Centre stage was the extrovert Madame, with orange hair, shorts and cleavage, organising, bossing, laughing, and by her own admission somewhat the worse for drink. The welcome given to us by her and the "family" was truly sensational. Tables and chairs appeared together with much 8%, yes 8%, beer, cider, and a rhubarb flan. How many people have a rhubarb flan handy in case gliders land ?
Pictures were taken, with much joking and fun as we imbibed, with the hens running beneath our chairs. Dragging ourselves away from this happy scene was not easy, they would have liked us to remain all evening but we had to progress to our next airfield, in this case, Nancy. We promised to send photos, bade our goodbyes, and Madame embraced me with vigour.
We drove on to NANCY MALZEVILLE airfield as the sun went down and were promised a launch of some kind next day at about 1400. Malzeville is a vast grass airfield on high ground above Nancy, dating from the first war. Sitting rather uncomfortably by each other are the original bullet-scarred concrete hangar and the avant-garde modern gliding club building. An evening meal in Nancy gave us an opportunity to see the baroque architecture of the impressive historic core, beautifully restored and illuminated.
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