The skies on a winter Sunday are rarely of the brightest blue. We awoke today to generous, sparkling sunshine. Bundling the boys in layers of woolies, we headed to the loveliest view we know. Up above, soaring over the countryside, were the rainbow arcs of the paragliders. As we walked, we crossed paths with a pilot, tramping across the common with his glider bunched in a rucksack on his back. Delighted, the boys requested that we follow him to the launch site, and there they stayed, transfixed, watching glider after glider make the leap into the blue.