The blustery spring afternoon saw us down at Aranda oval, with kites. For the first time since the post here in 2003 we took to the skies. Unfortunately after running James‘ kite out the brittle wood spindle snapped, and his childhood memories were taken by the whim of the wind. Carried to the bottom of the oval, the line snagged in a tall tree but the kite remained¬†airborne. For another hour at least! After a while we realised there was nothing we could do so we left. James returned later to find it still aloft, with onlookers below. Now the sun has set and everything has calmed down, I guess it’s now stuck in a tree somewhere. We investigate tomorrow. (NB. These images are large to ensure the glory of James’s new wide-angle lens)