And her head has no room

[venta]

On Monday, I flew a short distance. I'd finally got my act together, and wimble and I headed down to Lewes to have a day's paragliding lesson. Amid a lot of bumping, scraping, sprawling on the floor, panicking, flailing and wrestling there were lovely moments of just hanging in the air.

I suspect that paragliding is a lot of fun. Learning, however, is very hard work. Promotional material for paragliding always shows someone floating freely in a tranquil sky, at one with the birds. It omits to mention the landing at the bottom of the hill part, which is closely followed by the gathering up of a hundred square feet of angry nylon and walking back up the hill. Walking up hills features extremely heavily in learning to paraglide. Not least because, as you get to the top of the hill, someone notices the wind's changed and compels you to walk to the top of a different hill instead. Never take up a sport which is dependent on something so quixotic as British weather.

But I been done seen about everything, when I see a Wimble fly.

While I was out on Tuesday, secutatrix let a bunch of weirdos into my house. I would have told her off, but she's in my good books at the moment for bringing me back a mysterious-shaped canister of sirop de menthe verte from her recent trip to Foreign. Many thanks to those who suggested it - it does indeed make excellent milk shakes. Though I can't help feeling that if you diluted it 1 part in 6 with water as it suggests in the instructions, the result would be vile.

The weirdos tried to hide, but I eventually located them in Intrustion. Still, they turned out to be quite nice weirdos in the end. I've not seen grahamb to chat to in far too long. And toripink does a mean line in limericks.

Now, if only I'd actually remembered to give davefish his birthday present, instead of just thinking I should.

Comments

[evilmattikinz.livejournal.com]

Persevere with the PG training, once you get through it instead of short hops with lots of launches and landings and things you realise that even long top to bottoms involve a lot of sitting back and thinking "ahhhhh, this wing is flying itself, lets admire the view, I'm flying! Isn't this ace?!"[0]. The secret to getting through training quickly is lots of ground handling to get used to instinctively dealing with the wing.
This is also a good time to cultivate friends that love to drive and not fly. (so they can take you as close to the top of a hill as possible and retrieve you at the bottom).
Training - consider training on a tow instead of on a hill and then doing a conversion - much less (in fact none) going up hills and quick turnaround and less susceptible to the "great" british weather.


[0] Shortly followed by, "damnit, the only place to land around here appears to be in fields with cows[1], cows or cows.
[1] Oh look ladies, entertainment - the farmer is falling out of the sky on a flying contraption. Oh look, wonder if the brightly coloured thing is tasty. Wonder if it is better to stand on than grass. Why is the farmer so shouty?

[venta.livejournal.com]

Sir, you have an impressive insight into the Mind Of Cow.

[evilmattikinz.livejournal.com]

Perhaps in a former life I was one. Now I can only aspire to being a cow. (-;