I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, here, that our own personal grassy knoll is fortuitously placed so as to have witnessed thousands of moments in history - and, often, more minor events.
Yesterday, a flight of fancy was cut short, in the field across the way.
These chaps look a bit sad, not least because it's starting to drizzle. But a kick is hardly going to solve the problem...
...much better to have a snooze till the cavalry arrives.
Here they come - hope they've brought the instruction manual.
"Hello darling, hang on a mo' while I take a pinch of snuff." These intrepid funsters are no spring chickens. You could call them silver gliders.
And there they go, on the Great North Road!
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Good job your grassy knoll had been mown and harvested or the farmer would have been none too pleased - the silver pound at play during these "dog days" of summer with their toys and games.
ReplyDeleteI must say I was surprised that they were oldies, but I suppose younger thrill-seekers are up there in their paragliders.
DeleteAt least they made it to the field and didn't crash into your roof!
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of that! We didn't see the landing but assumed it was a controlled emergency stop.
DeleteI've heard of hot air balloons coming down like that but not gliders. All seems a bit dangerous. Caused a bit of excitement though eh?
ReplyDeleteJean x
And a good photo opportunity!
DeleteWow......and how incredible that it all folded up into that little box !
ReplyDeleteI've always wondered what was in those long, white trailers - now I know it's not a deep-frozen shark!
DeleteA special trailer for a glider! Too cool. And the wings of the glider just fold up and somehow tuck away.
ReplyDeleteI think that could be worked into a mystery novel somehow... You just never know what the day will bring :)
So true and thank goodness nobody was hurt.
Deletelovely to see that story unfold before your eyes Nilly. I couldn't believe it packed away onto the trailer.
ReplyDeleteWe are a bit nosey, aren't we? Hope they don't see my blog.
DeleteAs one of the pilots, I've finally found your Blog. Very entertaining. One or two of your readers should perhaps know that I am prematurely grey and not THAT old. It is wonderful sport that I've been doing almost since birth and still keep learning, pitting my wits against nature.
ReplyDeleteLanding in fields is not uncommon but we select suitable fields that have been harvested or pasture without stock, etc. so that we don't upset the farmers who are normally lovely.
Mike