I can only apologise for the title of this post.
I recently helicoptered. (OK, not a word, but you know what I mean.) It was my mum's birthday present, and we had a ten-mile round trip from HeliAir at Thruxton.
I am scared of heights, so it wasn't my idea, but I am quite prone to saying 'yes' to vaguely adventurous things that I don't want to do, knowing that I'll probably regret it if I don't. Not all the time, but mostly.
As it happened, I loved it, and I want to do it again.
|Was frankly quite impressed that I retained the presence of mind to selfie before take-off given that I was fairly convinced that I was heading to my doom.|
|Witness my terror.|
|Mum and me.|