Headed towards the Blackwall Tunnel it looked as if fog was burning off Canary Wharf and the buildings were emerging into the sunshine. It turned out that this was the reverse of what was actually happening and the field at Blackheath gradually became enveloped in the fog.

It was a mostly steady breeze by way of consolation so the full vented kites with green race worked just fine although mid vents might have been exactly right.

Jacob called some moves and we went through some slow variations of established themes. The ‘younger’ fliers were not flying today…

Felix