Flying ...
The high wind warnings of in excess of 35 m/s at the coast and the the wave bars building over the Pyrenees meant it had to be a Sta. Brigida weekend.
This magic little corner is really the only place to be when according to the forecasts you really shouldn't be flying!
Apart from some controversy with a pseudo-British flying 'school' who turned up, broke half the site rules and generally did nothing for anglo-catalan relations, I had a lovely weekend floating about above a squadron of Niviuk gliders and generally failing to come down! ;-)

Sta. Brigida as the sun set

& floating ...
Tomàs 'globo' has been promising a balloon flight all summer and finally all the pieces of the jigsaw fell into place.
I loved it - its not a sensation of flying at all, even though at times we were climbing or sinking at more than 4 m/s. I had thought that the lack of harness and being strapped in would make me feel insecure but apart from having the slight urge to jump out of the basket it was all far more relaxing than I expected. Perhaps base jumping is next on the bucket-list! ...

The sun rising over the Mediterraean Sea

skimming treetops