I'm on a bit of a high after my mate Steve took Sarah and me up in his microlite. There's nothing quite like being 2,000 feet up, in high crosswinds, with only a seatbelt to keep you from plummeting to your doom to really get the adrenaline flowing. Well, apart from the pilot letting you take the controls. That can scare you even more than the knowledge that the microlite is carrying more than its weight allowance. Or that you took it within five knots of the stall speed.
It was fantastic fun and I hope to do it again soon, though. Also, I hope to have calmed down by bedtime...
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