Every year our windsock becomes nothing more than tattered tails. The pilots gaze at the sock with sad searching eyes seeking wind direction and finding rubbish.

So our annual raising of the windsock is a glorious day! Maybe not as noble as Iwo Jima where the soldiers raised the American flag, but a proud moment for our pilots as they stand the beaming florescent orange sock  to attention!

Thank you, noble pilots, for your dedication!

Below is Ryan in his Discus on launch.

And we bring you good news that what God promised to the fathers, this he has fulfilled to us their children by raising Jesus, as also it is written in the second Psalm, “You are my son, today I have begotten you.”  Acts 13:33