Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

There’s nothing like dangling on the edge of an aeroplane at 13,000 feet to make you really appreciate your mum. So mum, I hope your ears were burning cos there was a lot of love coming your way as I balanced on the edge of a rather unsubstantial-looking little plane strapped to a large South African named Scruffy earlier today! 

I’d decided to do a skydive while I was here a long time ago, to tick another thing off my bucket list. I decided not to tell mum, as I think these things are better told in retrospect to avoid unnecessary (but obligatory) motherly worrying.

We left it until the last minute to book though, (secretly hoping it would be too late) but alas they could squeeze us in at 3pm, so we suddenly found ourselves nervously awaiting instructions in a random little airfield in Motueka, not quite knowing what had hit us!

We got suited and booted and instructed (rather briefly), and packed like sardines into the back of the plane, and up we went, trying desperately not to wee ourselves with nerves (makes you think twice about my post title doesn't it?!..). I was the second to go and bloody hell I was petrified when that door opened, but you don’t have time to think before you’re plunging towards the Earth with your stomach left somewhere up with the pilot!

5 minutes later you’re on the ground wondering what the hell happened to you, and feeling absurdly pleased with yourself for being so clever and not dying, even though all you’ve actually achieved is 

not getting your feet in the way as someone else pushes you out of a plane. I have to say though, that was one of the most exhilarating things I’ve ever done, and definitely definitely worth it!

So ma, I hope you’re pleased we’re not dead, and I hope you have an absolutely marvellous Mother’s Day xxxxxxxxxx