Nutella
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My flat mates for this week were interesting people; a father and daughter who are in the cider making business with the dad having a bit of a wacky personality and sense of humour. Sharing a mobile a home-like structure with 2 people is cramped enough, but somehow we managed to survive with the 3 of us sharing living quarters that seem customized for dwarves. Anyway, I went to the campsite store the other day to buy some food, and because I haven’t had a chocolate fix for some time, I spent a lot of time looking at sweets. A jar of Nutella caught my eye, but I remembered the sugar content of that stuff and how I can’t seem to stop eating it once I start, but I gave in to my urge anyway and bought a jar. Over the last few days my Nutella supply seemed to slowly decrease, and I suspected my housemates were quietly eating it when my back was turned. A couple nights ago my suspicions were confirmed when I noticed someone used a steak knife in the jar, while my preference is to use a spoon. A couple guys and I made jokes about it on the side and laughed at how even when I’d put the jar behind other food, it was always found and emptied some more. The farmer and his daughter left for home early this morning, and my funny feeling about the Nutella jar on the previous night was confirmed: this morning my Nutella jar was missing. Those bastards stole my Nutella! We all laughed at the ridiculousness of the idea of eating and then actually taking someone else’s Nutella jar but they must have felt pretty sorry for me because they knocked on my door shortly after with a brand new jar in their hands – YES!
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So yeah, it’s not flyable right now.
Last night was fun though – during the day I ended up walking the entire length of the dune at the top, and then taking the beach route on the way back. Took me a couple hours, but it was great! The sea breeze then kicked in later on, and I had a really fun time kiting my wing all over the Dune. I got really good at it and started skiing, and kiting it sideways up little dunes. I got in the air and did some pitch oscillations (very fun when you’re so low) and crabbed along the ridge when I felt like it. The wind was very strong, and many times you thought twice about inflating your glider when it was on the ground, and when you looked around, you could see that others were contemplating the same. My launching in that kind of wind needs some work, as I have a tendency to be pulled backwards when I face forwards, but I recognize my problem is that I still maintain brake pressure when I’m leaned forward, so I definitely need to work on that.
Other than that, things are good. Of course I wish the weather were better, but the weather in the UK right now is apparently crap, so I’m not missing anything. Hopefully it’ll improve for next week. I think I’m leaving France Monday night, so hopefully I’ll get to soar the Dune at least once more…
My flat mates for this week were interesting people; a father and daughter who are in the cider making business with the dad having a bit of a wacky personality and sense of humour. Sharing a mobile a home-like structure with 2 people is cramped enough, but somehow we managed to survive with the 3 of us sharing living quarters that seem customized for dwarves. Anyway, I went to the campsite store the other day to buy some food, and because I haven’t had a chocolate fix for some time, I spent a lot of time looking at sweets. A jar of Nutella caught my eye, but I remembered the sugar content of that stuff and how I can’t seem to stop eating it once I start, but I gave in to my urge anyway and bought a jar. Over the last few days my Nutella supply seemed to slowly decrease, and I suspected my housemates were quietly eating it when my back was turned. A couple nights ago my suspicions were confirmed when I noticed someone used a steak knife in the jar, while my preference is to use a spoon. A couple guys and I made jokes about it on the side and laughed at how even when I’d put the jar behind other food, it was always found and emptied some more. The farmer and his daughter left for home early this morning, and my funny feeling about the Nutella jar on the previous night was confirmed: this morning my Nutella jar was missing. Those bastards stole my Nutella! We all laughed at the ridiculousness of the idea of eating and then actually taking someone else’s Nutella jar but they must have felt pretty sorry for me because they knocked on my door shortly after with a brand new jar in their hands – YES!
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So yeah, it’s not flyable right now.
Last night was fun though – during the day I ended up walking the entire length of the dune at the top, and then taking the beach route on the way back. Took me a couple hours, but it was great! The sea breeze then kicked in later on, and I had a really fun time kiting my wing all over the Dune. I got really good at it and started skiing, and kiting it sideways up little dunes. I got in the air and did some pitch oscillations (very fun when you’re so low) and crabbed along the ridge when I felt like it. The wind was very strong, and many times you thought twice about inflating your glider when it was on the ground, and when you looked around, you could see that others were contemplating the same. My launching in that kind of wind needs some work, as I have a tendency to be pulled backwards when I face forwards, but I recognize my problem is that I still maintain brake pressure when I’m leaned forward, so I definitely need to work on that.
Other than that, things are good. Of course I wish the weather were better, but the weather in the UK right now is apparently crap, so I’m not missing anything. Hopefully it’ll improve for next week. I think I’m leaving France Monday night, so hopefully I’ll get to soar the Dune at least once more…
posted by Veronica at 9:21 AM
3 Comments:
I can't believe you imply that I might have stolen your nutella!!
I suspect Tom or are you just trying to cover up for the amount you eat in one afternoon - walk on the dune indeed!
A new site for Nutella fanatics may be needed or perhaps a link?!
I deny everything . . . . It was Andrew, It was Andrew, It was Andrew . . . Being a vegitarian, he used a steak knife, just to try and throw you off the scent . . .
I blame the both of you! You both conspired to get my Nutella jar from the second I mentioned I had it.
And yes Tom, I agree - Andrew is mostly the one to blame for everything, Nutella related or otherwise.
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