Diesen Beitrag habe ich für die Homepage eines befreundeten Modellfliegervereins in Grossbritannien geschrieben, deshalb zur Abwechslung mal in fremder Sprache. Wäre schade, wenn der Beitrag nicht auch auf meinem Blog lesbar wäre.
As I shared the skies with some of the CDMFC, I was honoured to write a report from my last sloping adventure trip to the UK!
My name is Oszillator, I live in Zürich, Switzerland and love to travel in my 44 year old campervan. Slope soaring, EDF jets and floatplanes are my prefered ways to get in the air. I fly foamies as well as my own construtions and everything in between. I started rc flying in school about 35 years ago and my fascinacion is still not ceasing.
For my 13th sloping trip to the UK in June 2025, the ferry brought me to Harwich. I had no time to prepare for a routing at home, so I was somewhat hesitant to start my journey in a particular direction. To think about this issue, I didn’t drive too far and decided to have a look at a few museums first. Duxford was the first one. I’ve been here two times before and the sheer amount of aircraft exposed still amazes me. Being around aircraft is always a good way to spend time. Unfortunately, the big hall was widely fenced due to rearrangements of the planes. There are plenty of halls filled with aircraft, lots of them still airworthy, as well as an outside exhibition. Well worth a visit!

Strange to look at a type of aircraft in a museum that I still fly myself …

The Heinkel Volksjäger gets a restoration. Not much difference to RC planes here. A captured plane, look at the overpainted iron cross.
The next day, I visited the Shuttleworth Collection. While the planes in Duxford are mostly WWII and younger, the SWC fills the gap for older planes. The most recent one is a Spitfire. All of the aircraft there are still airworthy and are flown a few times a year on scheduled air shows. Even the oldest one from 1909! There are many hangars filled with planes, but also other ancient motorised vehicles. The Shuttleworth family (descendents of Joseph Shuttleworth, co-founder of a successful agricultural engineering firm) installed a «Swiss Garden» that is included in the entrance fee. I have to admit that I never saw such a garden at home in Switzerland. By the way, there’s a r/c club which flies from there too.

I immediately fell in love with this little racer, a de Havilland DH.71 Tiger Moth replica. I’d take both – an r/c model or the original.

They used to start their engines the same way we still start our glow engines.
The Glider Testbed for the Concorde.
The third museum was for four wheeled petrol heads – The British Motor Museum. Although not as good as the Haynes Motor Museum, I truly enjoyed my stay. All the history of standard cars, concept cars, racing, movie cars and Jaguars in all shapes and colours.
Then I made a decision to drive to the North. First I went to the Peak District, crossed the Snake Pass (wasn’t worth it, nothing spectacular compared to the roads around Mam Tor) and Holme Moss Summit to Barnsley. Holme Moss has an accessible flyable hill perfectly suited for strong winds, but rain was approaching, not exactly the weather to assemble a glider. Later I was told that it is a well used RC slope indeed.
This road brought me to Marsden Moor aka Nont Sarah – a well known sloping hill. As the wind was perfectly suited for Marsden and the weather was also sunny and warmish, I could fly all day long with a bunch of other friendly modellers. The lift is very smooth, plenty of flat grass to land on. The wind direction was about to change the next days, that’s why I stayed just for one day.

One thing I really like as a campervan driver are those Pubs or Inns that let you sleep on their parkings when you consume something. Some even provide designated parkings for campers, away from the busy main parkings. The Shepherd’s Rest Inn in Todmorden (that’s a very chilling place, translated to German it means «kill to death») is a mentionable place. Before I went for dinner, I took the short but steep walk to the top of a hill with stunning views – and a big lake at the top. The food was excellent too.
My next destination was the Parlick, a hill in the Lancaster/Preston area. I found a description here:
https://www.slope-dudes.co.uk/slope_sites.htm
There are plenty of really good slopes nearby, but only Parlick was perfect for the wind when I was there. After an exhausting 25′ walk to the summit, I enjoyed a few flights in a strong breeze but decided to leave sooner than planned, as it was really cold.

I don’t get this at home, so I have to eat as much as I can in my holidays
The next village, Chipping, offers the parking of the village hall to campers. There’s a donation box where you can put a few bucks to keep it alife. I enjoyed a perfectly prepared portion of Fish & Chips in the local Pub and was entertained from people playing «ringing the bull» next to my table.

Parlick seen from below. At the bottom of the hill, you park along the road.

When I prepared my stuff for the hike, another pilot popped up on the parking. It turned out that he was Colin, the guy who wrote the webpage that lead me to Parlick. He took me to the place where he uses to fly, somewhat lower that the peak. With the advantage of a little stone wall to hide behind, but a smaller and a less suitable landing field. The wind was still good and we flew until the clouds touched the hills. There’s a full size gliding club nearby, they stopped flying too. But we agreed to meet again the day after. Meanwhile, I explored the narrow roads through the scenic Bowland Forests and found a remote parking for a night’s rest.
Colin brought a Friend with him next day. He inherited a couple of rc planes and tried learning to fly, because he wanted to use those models. We had a great day, plenty of lift and sunny weather. I had great conversations with Colin, who builds his aircraft exactly the same way as I do (vacuum bagging). He developed a bunch of tailless gliders. I’m currently working on one of his designs. He kindly shared all the necessary data I need to build a copy.
For me, it was also time to think about where I will head next. As I wanted to visit Wales, I skipped the slopes in Peak District and went to Long Mynd south of Shrewsbury. I’ve been there a few times before and was impressed by the west slope at Pole Cottage. Long Mynd is a plateau overlooking Shropshire, and after mastering the intimidatingly steep ascend from Church Stretton by car, you find yourself in a colourful slightly hilly nature with great views and wild horses.

I decided to fly my black Europhia and the Alpina 4001 from Pole Cottage. Although I drove the Alpina two times to the UK before, it maidened not before that day. First time without technical issues…

My fear of heights strikes everytime I have to drive here. Combined with the fear of overheating my 1980-type brakes. They spread a distinct scent of hot brakes on arrival in Church Stretton.
I stayed for the afternoon, but it was quite eventful. I maidened my 4m Alpina, shared the airspace with a bunch of other pilots and winch launched full size gliders from the nearby soaring club. My accomodation was the lovely Brow Farm Campsite on the west of the hill. Last time I could fly on a perfect hill just 10′ walk from my pitch behind the farm. But I went to Pole Cottage again and flew a full day with company of another pilot, Andy.
The wind in my area was forecasted very calm for the next days.

A campsite on my way to Welshpool
Andy gave me the advice to give it a try flying on Middletown Hill, the only slope that could work for light southerlies on my route. So I looked for the closest parking, assembled my lightest soarer (and the only one with a propeller) and hiked up 40′ to the peak. I spent a relaxed afternoon on a hot and sunny day, enjoying views, but not so much the flying. There was no mentionable lift, but noticeable downdrafts and I was happy that I brought the plane with a motor. I also got a slight sunburn that day.
Middletown Hill
I used the sunny and windless days for a trip through southern Snowdonia. Although the North is a wonderful part of the world, it’s generally too crowded. The South is more wilderness and remote. I started at Lake Vyrnwy and drove to Bala. It was very tempting to jump in the lake, but I found no access. The road started strenous but it turned out as one of the most picturesque landscape I’ve ever been.
Lake Vyrnwy
After a calm night I drove to Bala, where I needed a toilet and new food for the fridge. I met another van drivers and we shared some impressions and advice where to go next to explore the area. Another fabulous route through Snowdonia is the A4212 with Aforn Tryweryn, a reservoir, along the way. Next destination was the Mach Loop, an area named after the village Machynlleth and the Mach number. Air Forces use to practise low flying on a defined route around the area. There’s a large layby with a path up to the hill, where you can watch fighter jets pass below your eyes. You’ll meet dozens of planespotters with huge photocameras, waiting for the ultimate shot. I was’t lucky, the only plane that passed was a BAE Hawk. There’s a campsite nearby, and if you’re fit, you could hike to Cader Idris, a stunning mountain.
The other van drivers I mentioned recomended Elan Valley. I wasn’t disappointed, another breathtakingly beautiful road with lots of nature, reservoirs and dams.
I continued to the South, but failed at finding more scenic roads. When a westerly breeze was forecasted, I headed straight to Rhossili, one of my favourite slopes ever. I slept on a campsite close to Llanelli and drove to the hill next day. Sadly, the campsite on the north of the hill was fully booked. It’s one of the nicest places around with dunes to the sea and normally my basecamp for Rhossili. So I parked at the church in Rhossili and hiked up to the slope. It’s just a steep 15′ walk, so I usually walk up and down 2-3 times to get food or other planes from my van. The wind was strong and I could fly until the sun was too low to be comfortable in late afternoon – the glare is awful. I went to Rhossili almost every year. At the beginning, I always met a bunch of other pilots, but the last 2-3 times, I was sadly always alone. I would have enjoyed some company when I’m flying. I also dislike the fact that the hill is completely overtaken by paragliders when the wind is low. Paragliders used to be a rare sight until 2-3 years ago. You better go for a hike or a swim in a nearby bay when they annect the sky.

Rhossili hill and beach. At low tide, the beach is hundreds of meters yards wide. A campsite is on the far end of the hill. The orange bird is a Becker Virus.
As the campsite was still full and the forecast even better for the next day, I tried to stay on the peninsula and set up for the night at a parking in the North, close to Crofty. Over the years, I spent many calm nights there, sometimes with other campers from the Cardiff area itself, always had a good time with them. But this time, I was alone (except for another windowless van, couldn’t see if inhabited) until 4-5 black cars assembled and a dozen beardy men got out, greeting each other loudly, make it certain to which religion they belong. After aggressively running around on the Parking, one with hammer, they started throwing firework to the sea and towards my van. I hurried away. They were surely attacking me and showed that they are the new bosses now.
After a similar happening last year at the Great Orme, that really made me sad, and I thought a lot if travelling to the UK is still safe and if I should come back next year. But then, it’s up to the British people if and how they want to live with those people. I started to be frightened to sleep on random legal parkings fot the rest of my holidays, even I am used to this since almost 20 years all over Europe.
I was already set up for the night, had my curtains closed, a beer in my system, it was dark and I had no Idea where to spend the night. I hated to drive without a destination. I was still in a state of shock when I finally found another parking that looked fine. I couldn’t sleep and it was not helpful that later in the night until almost 3am I shared the place with another car with rude talking (in french) and weed smoking youngsters.
Completely tired with just 4 hours of sleep and too far from Rhossili now, I had to skip the Idea of flying there again. The Bwlch was not too far away, so I headed to the Glyncorrwg campsite. Along the way, I visited a slope close to Ammanford that I knew from the past . I took a nap in the back of my van and went flying afterwards. I managed to fly the ASW27, but I noticed that the receiver battery was weak and lasted only for 15′ until I got a telemetry warning (new battery is already installed). At Glyncorrwg, I was the only guest on the entire campsite. It was surely much quieter than the last night.
The Bwlch is a well known pass that has impressive bowls for almost all wind directions. Plenty of parking, and level paths to the particular slopes – each takes 15-20 minutes of walking. But even there, a paragliding school has set up its tents last year. There’s almost always an Ice Cream Van on the parking. Perfect, I lice Ice Cream! And the seller is a very relaxed chap, I always have an extended chat with him. But the weather was against me and I couldn’t fly there with the hills covered in clouds. Somewhat frustrated, I went to Llantwit Major for a campsite and to the Meio hill next day. In Llantwit, I took my folding bike, drove to the next pub where I had the worst Fish & Chips ever!
The Meio is an unspectacular hill east of Pontypridd. It used to be well frequented by modellers in the past, but today it seems to be abandoned. It offers slopes from E over N to W. The lift isn’t too bad and thermals occassionally help to stay up. I enjoyed a great day of flying when I was there for the first time, but this time it was quite shallow. Nontheless, it was relaxing – I don’t need a full blast all the time.

Meio West Slope starring the Art Hobby Odyssey
Then, it was time to leave Wales. I drove all the way to Bradford-on-Avon. Last year, I just passed the village, hungry and eager looking for a place to cook and eat. While passing the village, I noticed how beautiful it is. So this time I stopped, had a long walk around it and wasn’t disappointed. I even found an Italian Pizzeria with Italian music and an Italian Pizzaiolo. Sometimes, even I am fed up with Fish & Chips and need some mediteranean food. Bradford is really a charming village that I will visit again.
From there, it was just a stone’s throw to Westbury White Horse. If the breeze isn’t too strong, the hill is covered with paragliders. But on my visit, the wind was beyond my level of comfort. Although flying above the stone horse would have been fine, landing in strong gusty rotors in the field behind me wasn’t. After launch, you have to walk backwards over a dozen narrow steps to the point where you actually fly. From there you can oversee the bridelway and the landing field. I tried to fly anyway, but while I took my Viking II from the grass, the wind smashed one wing to my leg, breaking the servo linkage in one of the flaps (already repaired, glad it was weaker than my bone). That was too much for me, so I left without flying.
Since the wind should be fine for White Sheet next day, I contacted David to meet there for the afternoon. Guests are only allowed in company with club members. He had time, so we spent a pleasant time flying with many others on the SW bowl. The night before, I could easily hear sounds from the Glastonbury festival despite it was 30 miles from my campsite. I maidened my lightweight Jart without effort. It flew like the two I built before, but without the weight, it didn’t pull through all figures as the heavier ones. Just landing with crowflaps was much easier. Later, at home, I installed 400g of lead in the c/g.
The next afternoon I went to Bullbarrow Hill with Dave.
The wind calmed down, we left, and I was on my own again, heading to the coast to fly at Ringstead. The wind wasn’t great, time to fly my lightweights again. I spent the night at Osmington Farm.

Sutton Poyntz Bowl, overlooking Weymouth. It was flyable 10 years ago, but today it’s overgrown.

That’s all they could do, the wind was pretty low for a takeoff.
Still with just a light breeze, I met again with Dave to give it a try at East Creech. Conditions allowed barely staying up, not more. But having a flying day in sunny weather was great though. And Dave could practise some drone filming.
Next day, I went to Ringstead again, but the wind was still very gentle. I spent a lot of time just hiking along the coast. I chose Tom’s Farm in Swanage for the night.
The wind turned north again and finally I had the chance to fly at Win Green again, where I met you guys from the CDMFC last year for the first time! It was also my last chance to fly in the UK before the ferry brought me back to the continent. Wind and weather were perfect until the wind turned too westerly. That’s why I damaged my Virus due to a bad landing (already repaired – althoug I discovered it was rather a lose v-tail linkage to blame than a gusty wind). But at least I didn’t land on a tree or in the field behind as some others did 😉
Normally, I end my holidays in the Eastbourne area (sloping at the countless hills in the South Downs – In favour of northern winds), but I couldn’t get a ferry from nearby Newhaven and booked one from Portsmouth to Dieppe. It departed in the evening and left enough time to visit the Tangmere Museum, something I do every year. Tangmere is a lovely museum with a great selection of aircraft, original and complete cockpits to sit in and even a Lightning simulator you can use as a visitor. And dozens of aircraft paintings to look at. As I spent the night close to Chichester, I explored the city with its impressive cathedral in the evening and ate a last portion of Fish & Chips in the Royal Oak.

Aircraft carrier without aircraft

D-Day Douglas C-47 in Normandy
I had two more days in Normandy, where I did some sightseeing.

Etretat – the rocks look like their neighbors across the channel. I took my last bath in the sea at the beach before I had to cover another 750km to my home in Switzerland.
The planes that I took with me for the trip:
- Tangent Alpina 4001 CME
a 4m allround glider - Viking II F3F
10 year old 3m full carbon F3F glider, covers a wide speed range - Stratair Europhia II
15 year old full composite 3,2m F3B glider. I love to fly it without ballast, it’s very agile and doesn’t need much lift to stay in the air. With ballast it breaks the sound barreer. - Multiplex ASW-27B
a 20 year old 2,5m scale glider with glass coated balsa-foam wings. Looks much bigger in the air and flies perfectly in medium winds. - TJIRC Tempest
Aerobatic T-Tail sloper, 2.5m wingspan, contemporary British construction by Johnatan Wells - Becker Virus
another 2,5m slope racer, likes full ballast and heavy winds. Hard to get rid of the speed - AFF Dread
wooden 1,5m glider with full moving wings, very agile and aerobatic in low winds - Art Hobby Odyssey
Very lightweight 2,7m glider with motor. Despite being a floater, it does roll and loop with joy. Composit fuselage, veneer wings - Jart
self built from plans, full composite 1,5m aerobatic slope racer. Modified with quad flaps and rudder - SN Minius
a 25 year old electric glider with focus on speed. 1,5m. I replaced the original wing with a bagged carbon wing and removed the motor. It became my uncomplicated slope-tester
I hope you enjoyed my report, thanks for reading and I hope to see you again one day!




















































































































