The Glider Part 2. The model is impressive, nearly 6ft wingspan in eye-cathing royal blue and white livery and I thread it carefully through the open window, careful to minimise the risk of premature launch, I take a quick look around - no-one in sight - and launch the model skyward.
My bedroom faced a large grassed area with a few scattered trees, the glider circled majestically a number of times as it caught thermals and turbelents - ever-present around the tower blocks. Radio controlled models can be brought down easily, mine wasn't - it should have been built with a dethermaliser to bring it down but I hadn't - in theory the model could have flown forever.
The glider continued to circle until it lost height and crashed into a willow and was wrecked.
Was I sad? No. I had been content to cast the glider's fate to the 4 winds.
Clearly I hadn't given much thought to the conseqences of my actions - along Beechmount Drive lived a number of police officers, had one of them seen my antics I could well have had my collar felt! The charge? - Not sure, close to the air port- some Air Traffic Violation?!
Ah! Happy Days!
Peg.