Becsta loses a Glider!
A few weeks back, I witnessed a disgraceful piece of flying by a pilot in a full-sized aircraft - they decided to fly low and slow diagonally across the HSL field right into what I believed was the same patch of air that we were thermalling away in. Because I couldn’t ignore this aircraft, I had to take my eyes off my own, and within a few seconds, lost an awesome glider.
When I looked away from my plane at the slow moving aircraft directly overhead, my eyes reacquired one of the other gliders flying in the same manner as my fingers were working my transmitter. It just so happened that Fred had the same intentions as I did, and was flying slit-s turns to warn the pilot that there were model aircraft around him. When Fred decided his glider was clear, he straightened up and flew upwind towards a lake. I was flying his plane too, and my heart sank as I realised that I didn’t have control of it (believing it was mine, of course).
