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| Peat
was for centuries the only fuel available to heat the houses. It is still
used in a thermal power station. |
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| Kilkenny,
on left base, with the old town and some monuments to visit |
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| Here
comes the grassy field of Kilkenny, after two weeks of rain (see the hand
made field chart that Anne-Céline
will use to give an arrival briefing to Emmanuel) |
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| It
looks like the whole flying club (at least 8 members !) were waiting to
see that strange French aircraft. |
|
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| Charlie
Mike parked in Kilkenny where 4 Rallyes rusting away (we are better off
with our fiber glass plane !) |
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| One
of the members takes us into town, to the B&B, a good Guinness... and
a chinese feast, since it's Saturday evening and the whole city seems to
be dining out |
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| Sunday
morning, here the weather is fantastic, but somewhere on our way back to
France there is a front "occlus" (when the warm meets the cold and they
decide together to make hell for pilots). But the forecasters cannot seem
to be able to locate it precisely, it could be anywhere between 10h and
17TU, very unconvenient ! |
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No
fax in the club, and major improvisation when we learn after calling Compton
Abbas that both customs & immigration plus Special Branch are required
to fly in from Eire to UK.
Customs will
take our details by phone, no one picks it up at SB, so we leave a message
on the answering machine. |
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| Last
lights of Eire before the crossing back to Fishguard |
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| Another
low crossing (3.000ft) because the cumulus are hyperactive, but with a
strong tailwind |
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| The
ferry from Fishguard comes into Rosselare |
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| And
our faithful but inoperative Turry Head, better know as TR |
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| The
sky is playing with turbulent clouds, not as quiet as the way in |
|
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| Here
comes Wales |
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| Low
hanging clouds but excellent visibility |
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