After a good rest in my tent, picked in the quiet camp sight of Saint Johns Farm, could you imagine my happiness discovering a great blue sky, promissing a great fly above the Dartmoor National Park ? Excitment is in everybody's head. We are the first on the field at 7.5 am. When Dan, Rupert and Richard arrive, tea is drunk and engines are running.
We all take off easily, even Rupert the newbie.
Almost 2 hours following Dan on his speedy trike above the Exe river, the green fields, the barns, the black cows. Then appears the stones, no more trees, only a mineral landscape where you expect to see a dinosaur ! A wonderful light is illuminating the place. A real dream, that kind of seconds I'm flying for.
The following of the journey is a bit more pumpy, not enough to waste the joy I'm feeling.
After we land, smiles are on everybodies face. This trip t England was a risky bet ? We deserve a fly like this one !