I’m not very good at Reading the Signs. I shouldn’t have pushed my luck after arriving at the airfield and getting on a lift immediately. It was going so well - thought I’d go for another. However, the second lift was delayed by 90 minutes because we had to search for a girl who had missed the airfield. She’s landed (safely) more than two miles from the drop zone. A Club Record.
I’ve not seen it happen before. Someone refusing to jump. Twice. It is bloody scary so everyone was pretty sympathetic. Until, that is, we realised the consequences of his refusal. We all had to go back - in the plane - because of the Rules. As we touched down, thunderous storm clouds appeared from nowhere. And, for some nannyingly soft reason, They don’t like planes flying in thunder and lightning. Or skydivers jumping through it. Losers.