On sunday, it's Sunday Roast at Dart's farm, espacially for starving french pilots. A beer and a plate, do you know better way to discover each other ? It's early in the afternoon, thermics are exploding in the sky, but never mind, 8 pilots take off to visit the coast between Exmouth and Sidmouth. Unfortunatly for the photograph I intend to be, the shy sun hide behind the clouds. I go back to the landing aera, hoping a new fly later in the afternoon. Is it my new wing, a BILLY from ITV combined with my new PM or the fatigue of the trip ? At 6 pm, as everybody take off again for a long fly on the coast, I'm unable to inflate correctly my wing. I give up after 3 tries, thinking that it would be stupid to break something the first day of the journey !