Ok, so it wasn’t me that went skydiving. And some would think I wouldn’t have the insides to jump out of a plane 14,000 feet above the ground. But I would.
However, let’s not be selfish here. For a man who recently turned 6x10 and has never sat foot on a plane, let alone jumped out of one, I was more than happy to escort him to the fields of the Hunter Valley, whereby he would then be suited up to fall 4.2 kilometres out of the sky, at some stage assisted to the landing with a faded parachute. And a cheerful stocky instructor wearing a 1940’s leather pilot's cap, whom quite evidently was showing signs of an adrenalin rush similar to that of grocery shopping when he plopped down on in behind Frankie. As the novice stumbled to his feet, Mr Grumble plodded back on to the bus, chute in tow, ready to head down aisle 6 for the third time that day. Heaven forbid.
In between the wind deciding if it wants to behave like the wind or not, there was plenty of what one would call “spare time”. And what better way to spend such a thing, in the burbs of Pokolbin, on a 26 degree September day? That chocolate shop I’d spotted on the corner of Broke Road didn’t go unnoticed for a reason; nor did the stench of the smelly cheese shop go –unsmelt? In no apparent order, we indulged in the selection of some cocoa delights before returning to the estate to be told to wait just a little bit longer.
I’m beginning to think maybe they struck a deal with Tempus Two. Making a drooling idiot of myself, I wandered aimlessly around that shop, as I suppose the gaggle of tour bus passengers did as well.
With an impressive array of delicatessen products to feast our googling eyes upon, how was one to decide whether to go for the Smelly’s Triple Cream Brie, Midnight Moon goat milk or the Binnorie marinated feta?
You don’t decide. You walk over to the other side of the shop, whereby you will be confronted with the best thing about taking your boyfriend’s father skydiving.
Sorry Frank, your face was priceless after the fall, but the mango gelato left me in a dither.
And I haven’t even thought about the other 46 flavours on offering. No, not at all.
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