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This is an attempt to document the history of NORFOLK HANG GLIDING CLUB.
Started in dec 2006 it is assumed that it will take a fair while to get some interesting material within these pages

Cos its important! Hang gliding activities in East Anglia have been going on for over 30 years. It will continue one way or another for many years to come. Now is the time to get the history written, before to many people chuck all there bits and pieces in the bin, or pop their cloggs.
to quote somebody or another.. " without history there is no future"
It is important to document the pioneers activities, their names, and their experiences. Some of it wont make "NICE" reading. Conflicts will be described, alongside horror stories. These thing happen. But they pale into insignificance against the joys of flying at 5000ft over the East Anglian countryside, the friendships formed and the shear pleasure of free flight.

It is hoped that members from different eras of the club will summit material.

Time will tell:-)

I suspect that to start off with, it might all be a tad untidy… that can be sorted later. For now, we need to generate some content.
I also suspect that there might be one or two inclusions that some might, well how shall we put it, get up the arse about. life's like that you know.

Oh, yeah. one more thing. sorry about the spelling.. I'll tidy it up as i go along :-)

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My first memory of Cromer still stands out very vivid in my memory, and occasionally I still have a laugh about it. I had rang Greg Thompson and asked if he would allow me to fly from the Norfolk club site at Cromer, and there was no problem. Although Greg did ask if I would be interested in joining the club, which I told him was no problem and that I would love to join. He also laid down the law that I would not be allowed to drive up to the light house, and that I was to leave my car on the main road.

Came the big day and I arrived and parked amongst few other cars that were also parked on the main road by the mouth of the drive way that led up to the light house. As I got out of my car to remove my glider from the roof, I noticed that most of the other cars still had their gliders on the roof racks. To me I just assumed that maybe the wind was not what was required to fly this site. However, I also noticed that on top of some of the gliders there was also a golf trolleys. While other cars had them on the back seat. Not a bad Idea, I’m thought. On a bad day when you can’t fly at least you can play a round of golf, so the long trip to Cromer would not be wasted. My first thought was that these Norfolk guys had covered all the bases, as they say.

I decided to walk up to the light house just to see what the site looked like, and upon my arrival I was greeted by a few members of the club who introduced themselves to me. Sadly the wind was very light and most of the guys were moaning about it so I just said, “So I guess this is not a bad time to play a round of Golf”. All of a sudden it went very quiet as they all stopped what they were doing and looked at me in a funny sort of way, but never spoke. I guess they thought I was making fun of them. So I let it go not wanting to get off on the wrong foot with my new found friends.

Half an hour later I was still not in conversation with anybody. However, to me it seemed like the wind was picking up so on my own I headed back down the drive to my car and took my glider off the roof of the car and headed back up what turned out to be a very steep climb especially with a glider on one shoulder and a bag of gear in the other hand. By the time I got back to the cliff, the other members were surprise to see me with my glider, but agreed I had made the right decision, because the wind really was starting to increase. With that they all hurriedly disappeared back down the hill while I rigged up.

Can you imagine my surprise when a half a dozen guys suddenly appeared at the cliff face all pulling their gliders that were strapped to a golf trolley. I felt a bit of an idiot not working it out earlier, what a great idea. Not only that, where as I was still panting after carrying mine up on my shoulder, these guys had not even broke into a sweat.

Very next day I told my wife I was taking up golf, she replied “Your not giving up hang gliding already are you”.

Terry Aspinall

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