The battle for freedom and opportunity
is never finally won.

Almost forgot to mention: on that last skydive, the wind picked up and I misjudged my pattern. Narrowly missed trees to land just on the edge of the DZ.

About time I improved my landing accuracy.

It was time to relax and become a skydiver. So I did:

I sold my Hobie Tiger to raise funds and took my BMW K1200S to a track day at Cadwell Park. I drove to and around Spain and Portugal, holidayed and learned to jump. I came back to begin a Master Driver’s Course. After a week at home, Beth and I drove to the Italian lakes, where we sweltered for a fortnight. The Stelvio pass was a memorable drive.

Getting back, I passed the driving course and joined the High Performance Club which I recommend to anyone who cares about the standard of their driving, whatever they drive: Read more.

And now I find myself living and working in London in the week. An unexpected pleasure all round. If only the wife was handy…