Me and Christian. This was the last day of this holiday. Christian wanted to do a sit-flying jump. I'm trying not to look too concerned about it!

OK. The goggles are still there. It looks like I'm about to put them on which means we were either 1 minute away (red light) or we'd had the red light then got put on hold and I'm just taking them off again (I don't remember) or I'm just getting really nervous about trying to sit-fly with Christian.

Right. This is just after the exit. Christian went rear float and I was front float (we climbed outside onto the step and hung onto the outside of the plane facing each other then jumped). I've never tried to do a sit-fly exit before - you can tell that cant you?

Ah.

How did that happen?

Looks like I've given up on this sit-flying lark. Now, I have managed on solo jumps to keep something that resembles a sit going for about 4,000ft but it's always more luck than judgement. Add jumping with someone else and having it filmed and there's no chance!

The clouds look nice.

Christian is now very wisely keeping his distance - can't say I blame him.

I think I'm just trying to escape now.

Paul has obviously managed to stop laughing long enough to come in and get some nice shots. OK, we'll have the left profile first.

And now the right profile, thank you.

The sky is so beautiful that it's obviously inspried me to perform some mid-air ballet. "Dance of the Hopeless Sit-flyer" perhaps?

Ah Ha! It's the "Dance of the Flying Squirrel" of course! Outstanding! Bravo! C'est magnifique!

I thank you.

This is what the ground looks like from underneath a parachute.