5000ft above the little West Australian wheat belt town of Cunderdin, there’s a click as we release from the tow plane and it zooms off and banks hard, back to the air field… we are alone, slowly drifting through the warm summer air above the wheat fields and salt lakes.
The wind seems to howl past despite out meagre speed. Rushing over the little perspex bubble cockpit just centimetres from my head.
I take control as we climb into another thermal, gently banking, climbing upward. Struggling to keep the aircraft stable, we wobble from side to side like a child without their trainer wheels for the same time.
Spiralling over salt lakes, swirling around over the town, like a bird.
The rush is immense, you need to do this!