Ken Brown All is quiet save the rustling of activity as pilots assemble their wings in the still morning air.
Ribs chime together announcing flight in the making.
Sails, stiff from the night chill resist the insertion and ensuing tension of cold, damp ribs. Undaunted by the dew-slick grass and rocks anxious pilots prepare for a smooth flight while birds remain perched on their roosts. As soon as the wing is ready to fly there is no further cause for delay. Slip on the harness, no gloves or jacket, just buckle the helmet and hook in. With no wind to upset the glider it rests solidly on my shoulders.