A nice top to bottom from Slieu Roy when the fog lifted. It was balmy on the summit with the rest of the peaks on the Island peeking out of the thick blanket of fog. Si, Keith and I enjoyed the warmth for an hour or so before Philip rocked up. Shortly after that we all took off in nill wind conditions and headed for the triangle. All made it with 40-50 meters altitude to spare. Philip managed to glide the furthest and landed in a field over the other side of the road from the rest. Dead smooth.