…And I’ll learn to fly

Welcome to part 2 of this week’s offering, which means I’m back on schedule!

I mentioned in part 1 that I was off-Island. I’ve been back to the magical land of Tilstock (see the sponsored parachuting page) to start learning to do this parachuting thing without being strapped to anyone on the way down.

In short the (very intense!) course went well- I made it through the day well enough that I would have been allowed to go ahead. Words that I’ve heard over previous visits now make much more sense and have context. The element that worried me most (in-air navigation) seems simpler than I thought, and I’m looking forward to getting cracking.

Unfortunately, the wind was gusting at well over 60 knots all day, so no jumps happened at all this weekend. I’m hoping to come back in a couple of weeks and hopefully the weather will be better then (this date is now “this weekend”).

I’m amazed by this place and the people I’ve met. They’re just so easily accepting of new people in the fold. Maybe it’s because the core visitors and staff are used to transiency in the group, but everyone new, newer, and more seasoned all fit together so well.

And so the weekend is over. Now, as the Foo’s song goes: I’ll make my way back home and I’ll learn to fly. (Well, ok, fall with style… but that wouldn’t have scanned quite so well!)

Barljo