I stayed an extra day in Weymouth before driving up to Aldershot, to Sid and Sonia's flat. On the Sunday night before leaving I went for a hike up a nearby hill with Shirley that has the image of a big white horse, the Osmington White Horse, made from gravel on the side of it. I took my paraglider with me, hoping to maybe get a short flight...well it was short...about 2 minutes! The wind was a bit weak and in a bit off in its direction to sustain any soaring but it was my first flight in England so I was happy with it...plus my aunt got to see me fly for the first time (she still thinks I'm mad!).
We met back at the Springhead pub, had a drink and then walked home. Poor Shirley's heels were already a bit sore (I think from improperly tied shoes) that she walked part of the way home in just her socks!
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