When I am not working my day job, dancing with Ceroc, writing short stories and poems or finishing off assignments for my Creative Writing course I can often be found with my husband, on the beach or a suitably tree-free field while he flies one of his many kites.
My husband, Clive, has so many kites that I would struggle to name them all. Some of them he has had for years, some he has bought recently and some he has made himself. This is not a lone hobby as he and his brother, Nigel, have been making and flying kites for years.
Years ago, they flew with a team of four as The Sky Divers. Hours were spent practicing their kite-flying which wasÂ synchronised to music with intricate routines and, to this day, I cannot see how they managed to keep the lines from fully tangling. It really is a sight to see and, even now, kite festivals around the country, in fact around the world, still entertain with synchronised team flying.
Recently, my sister-in-law, Wendy and I have become ‘kite widows’ once again as the two brothers have rediscovered a love for kite flying, which never truly went away. I use the term ‘kite widow’ loosely because it’s a good time for us to get together and chat and enjoy the scenery while the boys have a fly.
If Clive decides he wants a fly and the weather is good, I sometimes go along with him, set up a chair or blanket and use the time to write stories or poems.
I plan to learn more about his collection of kites and share the details, as time goes by, on this page.Visit my Social Media sites and please share (if you don't mind)