Andrenalin pumping, we drove to the airfield of the Picton skydivers. A flight was just about to leave with one place on it, and as the plane only took two anyway, Cat volunteered herself to go. In no time she’d donned a jump suit and comical hat and had boarded the little Cessna. As we waited for the little parachute to appear above us, the sun beat down and it was generally a gorgeous day. Cat gently touched down and told of the freezing air as she left the plane, but amazing views over the Marlborough sounds. We were all psyched and ready to go, but the wind had other ideas, changing direction and making a safe landing unlikely, our jump was put on hold. Two hours later we gave up, New Zealand has more tandem sky dives than anywhere else, so I’m sure there’ll be more chances.
To compensate, we detoured on our drive to Nelson and visited Happy Valley Adventure park and their Skywire, essentially a gondola ride with no brakes Great fun, but not quite on a par with a skydive!