Chris was just landing as I went past the threshold on the downwind leg. On our left was a hot-air balloon not too far away. I was trying to keep a nice sensible speed so as not to crowd anyone, and turned base.

When I turned for final, the sudden absence of something in my preflight became glaringly obvious. Yep, I couldn't see a sodding thing! It was by now about a quarter to six in the evening and we were landing into Sun. The carefully cultivated garden on my canopy was mocking me, I could 'sort of' make out where Chris was on the runway, but wasn't sure.
So around we went, with our Rotax 462 not really even pretending to produce full power. It's an on-going problem that seems to be tricky to find. Still, temperatures were good, the climb was steady at 500fpm (down from 750) and not really a major problem.