I first heard  of hang gliding in late 1973 when "Surfer" magazine - which I used to  import at great cost from California - carried a small filler article about  some dune flyers who were making and flying their own wings. I had been a  long-time aeromodeller and aeroplane nut - one of my earliest childhood photos  is of my brother and I sitting in the cockpit of a Tiger Moth at the Northolt  Air Show. 
        At the time,  I had moved to London with my wife and I was working in an office there. We had  bought an old split-screen VW Combi and used to spend many happy weekends  surfing at Rhossili, South Wales - driving down on Friday nights and back on  Sunday. In those dear departed days, you could wild-camp in the dunes behind  the beach, walk on the hill, surf in the sea, watch birds and generally commune  with nature and there were very few people around, ever.
        One Saturday  in April 1974, I was coming out of the sea carrying my board, when I noticed a  big blue thing up on the ridge above the camp-site. It turned out to be not a  tent, (which was my first impression) but a hang glider and very soon it flew  down to the beach. Well, it was love at first sight! I pestered the pilot (to  this day, I have no idea who it was) and he gave me some information about  flying and told me there was an Association, the NHGA. As soon as I got home, I  joined and got the April issue of the "Flypaper".
        I then ran  into what was a common problem - that issue carried a very long article about  John James's accident and the very next issue reported two fatalities. The  problem was, I had a wife with a baby on the way, and she (understandably)  wasn't keen on me taking up a sport where people fell out of the sky like  bricks, or so it seemed. So I did no more about it at that point. 
        Later in  1974, we happened to be in Eastbourne and I saw Brian Woods flying at Beachy  Head - as it happened he set a new British duration soaring record of something  over two hours that day. But for me, the interesting thing was that he was  obviously in total control of his machine - I was very familiar with the  mechanics of slope soaring, having flown many model aircraft that way - and  when Brian finished his flight, he turned back and landed, under perfect  control, at the top of the hill. At this point, I rationalised it - he can fly,  he has control, he can manouever, he can soar, he can land. There's no reason to  crash at all!
        The next week  I was on the phone to John Malin, who ran (had just started?) a hang-gliding  school based at Steyning Bowl. I booked a course and had my personal first  flight on the first weekend in September 1974. It was glorious! I was instantly  hooked, and the week after that, I was on the phone to Waspair, ordering a  229B3.
        Thereafter,  Rhossili was abandoned and I spent all my free time on the M23 up and down to  Brighton and flew whatever site was on at the time. And nothing changed. In 1975,  purely on the basis of going where the sites are, we bought a house in  Brighton. I became a British Rail commuter and a weekend obsessive flyer. As  the years went by, along the line I acquired two kids, Mark and Sarah - Sarah  became "personality of the month" in Wings! This was in recompense  for the fact that at her birth in 1977 in Brighton Hospital, I had been waiting  in the 10th-floor wing of the tower block that housed the maternity unit and  had become aware that people were flying the Dyke. So once the delivery had  occurred and I had a new daughter and all was squared away, I went flying that  very afternoon!
        As the years  went by and life changes intervened. I changed my Wasp for a Hiway Cloudbase  which changed to a MW Gulp!, which changed to a Hiway Scorpion and later a  Super Scorpion, later a Moyes Mega, a Typhoon and after I had moved to Belgium  and was doing Xc's off very big hills in the Alps, an Airwave Magic III.
        Somewhere  round about 1988, I gradually detached from active involvement in flying. I had  enjoyed a certain amount of success in my day job and was travelling a lot and  the kids were growing up and demanding attention and on the few occasions I was  able to get to the sites, I wasn't as confident or indeed as good, as I once  had been.
        Then sailing  came along and my second wife and I bought a 28-foot yacht and sailed it  regularly all over the North Sea - Holland, Germany, the Baltic and Denmark. 
        I still am a  bit nuts about flying. Now I live by a beach in a very beautiful bit of New  Zealand. My obsessions are still surfing, sailing and looking at the hang  gliders and parapentistes who use the hill behind my house (which is very like  Rhossili in many respects) and wishing I was up there with them. I have done a few  flights in sailplanes - NZ is famous for glider flying - and as soon as I  retire, will do a pilot's course so that I can get deeper involved.  
        In the 14  years of so that I was actively involved in the British HG scene - both flying  and writing articles about it - some of the highlights were: