Hot in Murcia, 25 degrees and up. Suffocating dry air. Drove up to Carrascoy where is bound to be the wind dummy. Looked all strange, felt weird. Gusts from the west, down in the valley still smooth norhtern winds.

Tried it out, but no good. Not so turbulent, but when landing, just 20 meter high, strong gust from the back, the south.

Had to run my legs off not to land on my face.

Local pilots decided as well to move on to Alhama de Murcia, but down there, southern winds never reached the hill. And the sky became angrier and angrier.

Murcia Carrascoy, where we fly over the valley of oranges.