For those that get up somewhat late you may not have
noticed the almost sudden loss of early morning daylight
heralding the approach of winter. As I write there is a 
loverly cool North Wester blowing through... should be on the slope really.
After the TOSS Aertobatics event there was a predictable lull in activity
on the slope as the TOSS guys took a bit of a break from all the practicing.
For those of who ventured out we had a somewhat mixed bag.
A Saturday up at Chappies in light north westers, then a Sunday
up a Signal Hill in an ever changing westerly day, which resulted
in one of the longest walks ever for yours truly...
more or less a 5km round trip to fetch the Impala!
Then last weekend we get our arse blown off Red Hill in 60 km/h winds
leaving you feeling somewhat like a dehydrated crinkle cut chip by the end of the day.
But as winter approaches we will still have those lazy Autumn days as
last Sunday proved where nary a leaf russled in the woods.

Still, that is one of the great joys of slope soaring. It all changes.... all the time.