Yesterday evening, when I was round the back wondering what on earth I was going to do with all those bulbs, this guy buzzed overhead and circled for ages before flying south. Nosey or what?
Whenever I see a hang glider, powered or not, I'm always reminded of Viv Stanshaw's character - Sir Henry at Rawlingson End. On spotting a hang glider, he said to his manservant (whose name I won't repeat, funny as it is) "Seems a novel enough way to commit suicide. Pass me m' pistol. See if I can't bring the blighter down in the lake."