| Ma chambre, Lafrowda |
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| Scramble! Waiting for the wind to
drop below 15 knots in rural Devon (Honiton) was somewhat akin to the fear
that WWII pilots must have felt |
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| Our teachers, Skid & Nuts, had
scared me enough into believing in God again |
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| Static line hangups, Roman Candles
and, my favourite, Ground Rush (hallucinating that you've hit the ground
when you're still in the air) |
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| "Number 4, turn & face,
turn & face". Missed the dropzone but did manage to land on the
runway, a minute or so after a plane had taken off. Ouch. |
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| Could not walk for 2 days but was
mysteriously able to go clubbing that night |
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| Ben, golden grain of the Fens
& world's best ever canine |
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| Christmas in the Ditt |
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| Ben scarfs snow |
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| Netherhall Hill, Libbs in her jodhpurs |
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| Me in my hand gliding coat |
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| Autumn in Exeter -- 3 days of
sunshine per month |
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| Hey Tor! |
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| Garrett loads up |
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| Lafrowda corridors, wide enough
for a small puppy. Claire sweeps up water |
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| "For god's sake, shoot
Alan". The Wild Geese 5aside footy team (er, Clive's taking the
shot): Davies, Penn, Priestly, Meredith, Gloyn. |
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