A wee little slap and tickle
Saturday was just absurd. The wind howled and howled.
65km plus from the South East. It maxes out virtually every slope
and just becomes unpleasant. St James had low cloud so was off the map as well.
Swimming pool takes on a green tinge so loved by pool owners world wide,
and the creepy crawly followed by the gardner, both resigned in abject defeat.
Not only that, fires were fiercly tearing apart the Peninsula driven by
this maddeningly late South Easter howl.
Way too late in the year for all this nonsense I say!
But Sunday then delivered a gem of a day at Red Hill after the preceding days madness.
A soft to mild to gently caressing South Easter rippled across the bay,
hit the slope just perfectly and delivered beautiful, silky smooth lift
that marks one of those classic Red Hill days.
As Mally stated, it beats getting your lips blasted off you face.
Basically two and a half hours were spent flying the Impala formations with Mally, Christo
Damian and myself hogging the slope and applying a wee little slap and tickle with the Imp’s.
Damina and myself were rubbing up much better on at least two occasions
and Mally and Christo were seem to fit in the odd touchy feely as well.
It was just too good to miss, too smooth not to enjoy and just perferct
for seeing just how close 4 Impalas can get with and without swapping paintwork.