Sorry for late post, this is due a combination of lack of proper t'interweb access at work at mo and a small snooze on sofa after film last night. But yeah sunday was good and went a bit like this:
turn up...no wind, nothing, not a breath but loads of guys down hanging about in the normal frustrated kiter stances. Some frisbee was played, some abuse hurled at me, conditions at st andrews were checked through the marvel of the mobile phone and martie and cris tucked into their first cider of the day.
More friendly banter was partaken of and we decided to hit safeways and pick up some bbq material. Having returned, said bbq was lit, everyone sat down, more chat, ris and martie crack open the newly acquired case of miller. martie then actually did some kiting with the frenzy, followed by me having a shot whilst martie ate his sausage sandwich...cris...drank more beer.
At this point the irvine flyers flag was noted to be moving more than the pathetic flap we'd become used to so various kites were launched, swapped, flown and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. After a truly satisfying afternoon on the trampa and guerilla (man, i love that kite) during which cris and martie seemed to always be willing to offer advice with a beer in hand the second bbq was lit, the final batch of sausages cooked and eatena and we all packed up and headed home. Not before cris and martie had split the (very few) remaining beers between them... did you spot a theme?
but anyway, had a wicked day, an awesome afternoon on the landboard and the grin is still going strong.
Apologies for the jim sized post.