So, rushing home from work yesterday, very aware of the steady breeze in the air, I ran into the flat, grabbed my kite and board, and got back in the car and drove to Tooting Common. After some difficulty, I managed to get the kite consistently airborne, and actually get some motion on the board. At one stage I may have even exceeded walking speed, for at least 3 metres... well, it's a start.
While I was working on getting the kite into the air, a small child asked 'Can I have a go?'. He claimed to be 9 stone, but he wasn't an ounce over 7. I explained to him that the kite had every chance of picking him off the ground, and then his friend arrived. His friend said 'Can I 'ave a go?'.
All in all, there were four of them. By the time I'd got them to go away (for their own safety - they were dangerounsly close to the lines on at least one occasion) the best of the wind had gone for the night. The pitfalls of flying in public. Eventually, when I own a big estate in the country, then these problems will be replaced by a butler, who will occasionally drift by and offer me port.
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