On Friday 24 May I did a parachute jump to raise funds for the Teenage Cancer Trust. It was over Headcorn airfield in Kent, but from 12,000 feet could see the whole of Sussex and Kent, across as far as the Thames estuary, and out to sea. I exuded zen-like calm until I was kneeling in the doorway of the Cessna and contemplating falling through space at 120 mph.
Then fear took over for the fleeting seconds of free-fall. Floating to earth was actually pleasant, and the landing no more than a slight bump. A perfect start to the campaign!
