
Dads birthday falls on Boxing day - this year sis and I decided to give him an introductory helicopter flight with his instructor grandson who works for
Helipro. We left
Rangitumau and headed over the hills to
Paraparaumu. We decided to take the
hairaising but stunningly scenic
Akatarawa route. Don't ever attempt it if you suffer from irritable bowel syndrome.
Anyway Dad, 73, was up and away within minutes of us getting to the
Paraparaumu airport. They flew over
Kapiti Island and watched a school of tuna. Dad flew the helicopter by himself.
He has flown in helicopters hundreds of times but never with his grandson and he has never had the opportunity to fly himself. We took the more sedate
Heywoods Road back across the divide and Dad grinned the whole way home. It was one of those days that will be indelibly stamped on the family's collective memory.