The day really started the wrong way for me: after soaring around on the northwest side of Snaefell I suddenly lost some height on the southern end and found it hard to make my way up again with 3-4 paragliders very close to me. I felt I could not move anywhere so I went straight towards the northern end, again losing further height. All off a sudden I had the hill very close to the right, no wind to shifting me up again and the tramlines even closer to the left!!! Touching the ground, I started running as fast as I could to take the pressure out of the wing. It went down on my right towards the hill. That was close But then I was facing the next challenge: how to get up again? Packing up into the rucksack was not an option so I tried to groundhandle a bit while walking further up towed by the glider. When I had enough distance from the lines I waited for the wind to pick up and it was easy to get back to the top. Instead getting down now was not as easy as anticipated, because the wind was picking up again. I was dragged a few meters before I finally managed to get the wing down What a debacle! Mr. Gravelpit was doing everything wrong he could possibly do wrong sofar