Para

This afternoon I did my first skydive and it was very nice. Good fun to see the whole of the Remarkables range spread out underneath me, although I did have a rather strapping lad attached to my back. The dive was good fun, though seemed to pass very quickly. The bestest best bit was when I had to open the door of the aircraft and sit on the ledge with my feet dangling below awaiting my instructor to just push us away. Now there's a job for you. After the free-fall the 'chute opened and we drifted towards earth. Very pretty and probably the best view I shall ever have of any mountain range.

As I had my mouth open during the dive and with the coldness of the air I had spit all over my face when we got to the ground, rather like I have in the mornings. Even after I had taken off the goggles I was speaking to several people at the aerodrome and it was not until about 15 minutes had passed that Chris pointed out a nice large bogey stuck to my glasses. How humiliating.

It was a good day nonetheless and I would certainly do it again and recommend it to anyone.

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