One sunny afternoon in West Glasgow , in a flat occupied with respectable Australians, there was an ominous ring too their phone. When answered, one of them knew off the implications that this phone call would mean too the group! Oh bollocks! Darcys coming to stay for a few days and he's bringing along his base jumping parachute!!!So began a search of central Scotland for suitable sites to throw HIS body off.His base jumping highness felt he had found the right spot where he could perform this bizarre ritual of plummeting towards mother earth, so without further ado we left the scene of the impending crime only to return the following morning at 6.00am. The sunrise was spectacular with clear crisp frosty air and a red dappled water below. With nothing more than ONE parachute strapped too his back, which hopefully would open in time to save his mortal soul from being turned into pavement pizza!!, he stepped off the abyss and went straight into adrenaline city. Eight glorious seconds later he had landed as planned in the soft forgiving sands on the banks of the river Clyde.
Pumped up and ready to rock & roll
Ground crew ready( shovel hidden out of
view!)
The dark figure upon the bridge of
death!
And he's off, and by the Gods! it looks
like its working!!
Yes yes he's alive and kicking, hide the shovel!
Whoopee, the ground crew are elated, but
lets get out of here!!
Well i'll leave you with some pictures off that
sunrise.
if only i got up early more often! i
could get into this photography
