No, I don’t actually think I have any more than what I shared with you last time, so I’ll just do my usual mad Auntie waffling.
One of my Christmas presents from Albert had been an introductory helicopter training lesson. So he decided to take the day off work especially to take me (probably for entertainment value no doubt) As soon as I woke up that morning I felt peculiarly sick. What if got really windy, what if I crashed what if I threw up all over the bubble glass or worse needed to go for an emergency visit the loo?
The first part of the lesson involved me sitting down in a classroom listening to instruction from a very nice man, who was earnestly trying to make me believe I would remember all the functions of three main levers situated in the cock pit. Whilst sitting there I was pretending to be calm, but inside my head there were alarm bells and sirens going off at minute intervals and my stomach was doing a good impression of a blender despite the fact I’d had no breakfast.
In no time at all we were walking through the hangar and out towards… now I have to pause here…‘the helicopter’, WELL REALLY it was seriously impersonating a dinky toy and yes of course I was expecting a Chinook.
Anyway, the instructor just looks at me, then gazes down at my feet, back again at my face, takes a breath and says “The seat doesn't move can you sit forward and reach the pedal?” Actually, no I can’t!
Off he goes back into the hanger to find something to wedge behind me. Of course Albert thinks this is hilarious and we heatedly discuss whether he might like to go up instead since his legs are longer.
Too right I can, it just HAS to be on your bucket list, and it also needs to happen in a wonderful location.
Forget the fear, I did.