Off Castle Hill which is part of the Wittenham Clumps just south of Oxford, good strong breeze gusting. Family picnic with portable/throwaway barbecue, food eaten, wine drunk so time to fly the kite. Well not just any kite, a purple and green wing with an eight foot wing span.
Have not flown it for a good eight years and it it still had the sand from the beach it last flew on when I unfurled it trying to remember how to attach the lines to it.
So 20 minutes later my arms a pulling out of their sockets, legs straining to retain some sembelence of balance on the hillside and I'm
Knackered.
NP by 'Broken Butterflies' Lucinda Williams from Essence
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