Yesterday I flew a kite for the first time in my life.
I remember my mum bought one once when I was little, but it was a DIY one that you kind of had to put together. And my mum, bless her, well.. she’s not the most crafty person ever and she never managed to put it together, so I never got to fly a kite. Which was quite disappointing because it’s something always attracted to me a lot.
But yesterday I finally fulfilled my childhood dream! (well, not quite a *dream*, but you know what I mean)
Jon and I went to see Jon’s parents who have now moved to a little village in the border between Oxfordshire and Warwickshire, and the place is just idyllic. Imagine the vision that you’ve always had of rural England: stone cottages, traditional pubs, friendly neighbours, etc. This village is what I was kind of expecting of the UK when I visited for the first time. That’s how rural England had been described to me and how it lived in my mind! (and yes, in London all businessmen wore bowler hats and carried an umbrella with them at all times…)
After lunch in the traditional and friendly pub we went to Burton Dassett, just over the other side of the M40, for a little stroll and to fly Dave’s kite.
Not only was the place absolutely gorgeous, but flying the kite also was so much fun! We weren’t the only ones flying kites, it looks like it’s a hotspot! But that comes as no surprise, as it was really windy! The perfect day for it. I really struggled at the beginning… not having done it ever it is understandable! But I got the hang of it eventually and I absolutely loved it. It is really good fun and something I am looking forward to doing again in the future! I was amazed about the power and strength of the wind; it could get dangerous!
Here are a few photos taken on the day: