I have always been fascinated by flight. In 1978 people were trying to fly helium balloons across the Atlantic, I was about 10 when, one warm August evening, a hot air balloon knocked the chimney pots off our house and bounced into the field behind. I vividly remember running down the garden in my dressing gown and slippers, climbing over the fence and talking to the pilots - who kindly gave me a lift to the bottom of the hill where they could easily get their trailer to pick them up. It was magic and I was hooked. All the hype about the trans-Atlantic flights and then watching the basket clip the top of the house was just too much for a little boy.
Ever since that day I've been trying to find a way of getting into the air. I was too tall for the RAF and red-green colour blind so a commercial license was out of the question. Then came wife and children and there was no spare cash (or time) for lessons but that didn't stop me from spending hours looking at different forms of flight. I thought about hang gliding but being a bit of a petrol head I never liked the idea of unpowered flight. Too much like hard work to "go" anywhere.
Those of you who know me will know that my life is chock full of stuff - running my own business, wife and 3 children, and... and... and... etc. I love it but at heart I'm an introvert. This means that my "recharge time" comes from being on my own. I wanted to find an inexpensive, unregulated (I hate rules) and technologically simple (my whole working life is full of tech) way of flying that didn't have a passenger seat. Paramotoring fits that bill perfectly. I can't remember where I found it but it was almost certainly after way too much Googling
My Grandpa flew Lancasters and Wellingtons during the second world war. In fact he got his pilot's license privately in the late 1920s flying bi-planes for fun! He died earlier this year and left me some money. He was a giant of a man, selfless, strong, true and brave. What better way to remember him than spend his money on flying?
So why am I doing this? To fly, to be free, to be alone, to let my body go where my spirit has always soared - on the wings of eagles.
Stuart