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       We will admit to a
      teensy-weensy bit of concern when we first heard that last year's CFI,
      Serge, had (been?) moved on, but after a day or two under the latest
      regime we knew that our fears were unfounded. The new team, led by CFI
      Tristan and his trusty DCFI Remy, were authoritative, helpful and polite to all
      of the pilots and their families. The tuggies delivered a good service and
      the morning briefings were, once again, detailed and informative although
      we noted that last year's task suggestions appeared to have been dispensed
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      Regular midday game of "Spot the
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      "Hello-o-o-o Vaumeilh...!" 
        
        
      The popularity of le Pegasus continues
       
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       The weather was another cause for concern
      as we started the holiday. We had never seen so much green at Sisteron
      after this  May's heavy rains and we wondered just how much time
      would be spent in the restaurants rather than in the cockpit. Luckily for us,
      the weather improved a few days after our arrival, giving the hot and dry
      conditions that we would normally expect at this time of year. I do regret not
      having had the courage (or skill) to press on across the Maurienne into
      the Aosta valley, but that will just have to wait for next time. 
      Le Pegasus clubhouse continues to be
      a popular gathering place at lunchtime before flying and for a beer at the
      end of the day. It is a little irritating to find that le Janus
      continues to impose its rules on the club and its members by enforcing
      various petty restrictions, but the reality is that the restaurant and the
      club have to co-exist on the same site and a little political give and
      take is the best compromise. Yes, I know - even in France!  | 
   
 
  
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      season's unfortunate coincidence of high fuel prices and a poor exchange
      rate left rather a hole in our wallets when we got round to paying the
      bill but, despite this, we believed that the quality of the flying this
      year was, once again, well worth the expense. 
       So there we are: 73 hours of thrilling soaring spread
      over 14 flying days, above the wildest and most spectacular scenery in
      Europe. Roll on 2009!   | 
    
         
      Thank you and goodnight!
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      A la prochaine...
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