Fly-in - June 19 2005

"Oh - it's so easy to find" announced the Webmaster "up the slip road - turn right & then straight across at the next roundabout. Straight on for 100 yards & then right hand lane - park in the car park"

Well, of course it's easy when you've done it every fortnight for the last three years, but when you're new to the town, the "next roundabout" has five exits and there's a "turn right" missing from the instructions.......... I blame the WebMaster !

The place was found in the end. Oh how we chuckled - there's nothing quite like having rubbish directions and finding you've driven past the place twice already. Still, after a quick burger & chips there was just time for a bout of "Robot Wars" with the cheap plastic tat

Unfortunately this was the order of the day - in zero wind most of the kit just lay on the grass and wasn't going anywhere.

But stay alert - there's always one turning to the dark side with a kite-sabre!!

We were on the verge of packing up and going for an ice cream and a sulk because there was no wind when the phone rang. A god-given opportunity to gloat at someone else's misfortune had presented itsself some ten miles up the motorway. Hearing that an Espace-full of fellow elves had broken down on a slip road in a temperature of 34 degrees C we wasted no time in getting out the cameras and speeding on our way. As you can see, our arrival was very welcome, and as the recovery man had arrived we felt this to be a good time to point out article 4.4bvii of the Team ELF constitution; an article which having been introduced to take into consideration the vagaries of car keys in boots has now been expanded to cover all motoring mishaps.   However we soon realised that the nice recovery man was about to make off with the evidence, so it was decided that if the nice recovery man took the car to the local garage, we could sort lifts out from there, so off to the garage we went........

............to get the best view of the delivery of the vehicle.

And just to add insult to injury, we hear the garage is too busy to even look at it for a week.