Always the harbinger of doom!


I’ve been away for a while.

In the interim, I’ve NOT become a paragliding instructor.

But, I did get close to investing in a chalet in St Andre Les Alpes to build a centre of flying excellence.

Also I bought a tent-box and a sensible bike rack for my old Discovery with the intention of stalking some paragliding instructors around Europe to shadow their flights and ride my bikes when the weather was not flyable.

However, my tent-box arrived late and my 30th wedding anniversary conspired against my summer adventure.

So instead, I re-booked Billing, India for some Autumn vol-biv adventures in Himal Pradesh with some good flying buddies …..

Unfortunately, however, I broke my collar bone on the weekend beforehand practising my limited enduro skills with a good friend on a new mountain bikeΒ …Β  Doh!

There’s always next year!

That’s the good news …..

The bad news, presaged already by the really shitty October for stock markets (and for Nana Betty who is 95 but much better now thanks to the sharp elbows of my lovely wife), is most succinctly summed up in this bullionvault article.