“So, off we went to the plane. Sat on benches, we took off and started our gradual climb to 3,650 meters. Looking out the window, it did look a long way down – actually, it WAS a long way down! The thoughts going through our heads were that in a minute we’d be jumping out of this plane – why?!
The red light came on and the door opened. The green light came on and it was time. We edged to the doorway on our bottoms and there we were looking down. In my mind, when I fell out of the plane, I was expecting to leave my stomach behind and fall like a brick! It wasn’t like that at all. Yes, we were falling, but it felt so gentle, on a cushion of air. Within a couple of seconds, I was told to put my arms out and we were in freefall for about 50 seconds before the parachute opened.
What a view we had! Not only over the countryside, but also out to sea. Once the parachute opened, it was a gentle glide down for about 5 minutes. It was so peaceful up there surveying the surroundings. Then it came to landing. Feet up and we landed on our bottoms, with a little skid!”