Ruffling my feathers

I can fly.

It had been a few months and the doubts had started to creep in 

but after a few minutes in the air.....

I felt at home.

I felt the wing moving, being pulled by the thermals,

saw the view opening up as I climbed out......

to the sea and skyscrapers of the Gold Coast

and the paddocks and hills around Canungra.

I was in a competition.

I wasn't so competitive.

I know that I will be again sometime

when this phase of life moves into another

and the time and place is right.

I can still fly

its a good feeling.

Thank you Arthur and Jason for looking after the small people so well 

and allowing me to have that time for myself.

My fan club

At the top of the stack for a moment.

Skye distracting the launch director.

Scottish Sky Day

A beautiful day in the Highlands

Snowy peaks, bright sunshine and fluffy clouds.

It felt like the Alps but all the more brilliant for being Scotland.

The rest of the paragliding world came to see us....

....or we all knew where to go.

Caught up with friends, who generously loaned wings, thanks Tim.

Back in the British flying scene....

for one truly memorable day.

Up we go

Arthur in the air!

There's Daddy

Dirty Bike!

New Friend

Do you like my dance?

Cool cat

Spot Arthur in the Sky