Kite flying
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Rich flies
I haven’t done it in years, but today we went to the beach and flew a kite. Just a little kite in yellow and orange with fluttery green tail strings; it looked quite weedy beside the huge black and grey canopies being held aloft further along the pebbly shore.
Neither of us having done it for 25 years, it took some working out how we should loop the string, and for a while it didn’t fly at all, but tied itself in knots and balled up in the face of the wind. But some trimming and cutting, rearranging and re-tying sorted it out, and soon the terminally catchy kite-flying song from Mary Poppins was stuck in my head and we were up there with the best of them, fluttering noisily in the North Sea breeze.
Once you get it up there, of course, you can’t do a whole lot with a cheap and cheerful kite. It didn’t do stunts, and it had just one string, but it still felt somewhat bizarre and a little bit special to be in control of something so far away, and so high above you.
I think we might fly kites again.
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