Get to Ringstead and the hangies are packing up after a brill day for them. Word is it's dropping so we hang about and do some wait and see. We haven't flown hereand there's nobody here so there's much reading of the site guide and it's numerous hazards.......... Ringstead is a most intereting site. You take off on a little ridge some way back from the cliffs and make a transition to them if you get enough height over a few fields and the last bit being trees with a powerline. The guide makes it very clear that this can be somehat dangerous! I can see that.......... Anyway, it becomes takeoffable so we take to the air and boat around the little ridge for a bit. I can easily get height so my mind starts thinking about the 'death glide' transition. I would have preferred someone else to show me the way but nothing ventured nothing gained so I tentatively set off. About half way and I've still got height but being cautious by nature I turn back to see what the return is like. No problem! Confident that conditions are right I top up my height and set off again. It's miraculous! Lift all the way across and a beautiful unfolding of the cliffs below me accompanied by the gentle beeping of my vario. Alone, in all this space with spectacular veiws up and down the coast, I can see just about see people on the beach and their tents. Floaty, boaty coastal flying! High up the wind is strong, being pinned on a 2/3 on half bar reminds me to keep a careful eye on conditons as cloudbase is very low a I can see them forming upwind of me and I DO NOT want to be caught up here if it goes orographic!. I can see Ron back on the ridge having a go at the transition so decide to head back to see what it's like to get back. This concentrates my mind somewhat as I'm actually flying into a headwind on bar! Nonetheless the transition back is uneventful and I maintain my altitude all the way back. Ron's still not getting the same height and two others arrive and takeoff and set off straight from takeoff!! I figure they know what their doing and aim for the cliffs again with ron below me and the two others below Ron! Ron must have figured that if they can get there he can! The two stay low and mess around at cliff height, I stay high and float about in wispy cloud that seem to scoot by me at an alarming rate..... After a a bit I do another run back to takeoff and return to check on things as the wind high is quite easterly of the lower wind and getting more cloudy. As time goes by it's getting very, very damp in the air and upwind I can see the clouds getting darker and darker and cloudbase is lowering with the setting sun so I beckon to Ron about the clouds who has also seen them and I'm off to the ridge for a vertical landing. My wing is so damp it's almost wet! Duly everyone comes in to land and an excellent apres flight chat is had!

We leave as dark falls and off to Weymouth for some fish and chips on the seafront! A silk purse from a sow's ear day!