Since July, when I cashed in a "trial lesson" voucher at a gliding club
in the Black Mountains of Wales and had my first experience of gliding,
I've been lurking here but otherwise stranded on the ground staring
wistfully at the sky.

I'd warned my wife continually of what she was in danger of starting by
giving me such a thing for a Christmas present ... Finally got the
pennies together to join a gliding club down the road (and a little more
local than Wales) and had my first couple of lessons on Saturday in one
of the club's Ka13's.

I can't possibly explain the rush. So I felt compelled to share my
elation with you all, on the grounds that I wouldn't need to put it into
words. Friends and family alike have taken to avoiding me since Saturday
because I think my obsession with the single subject of what my hometown
looks like from 4000 feet is becoming a little tedious. I can only pity
them because they just so obviously cannot understand

Anyway, next flying day is Wednesday ... All I have to do is find
justification for ducking out of the office for the afternoon. Not so
sure I can manage to hold out all the way through to next Saturday ...


Bill