Scotty

I was sixteen years old and traveling along the A303 with my parents when I saw some parachutists in the sky over Thruxton.  

I made the comment 'I would like to do that one day' to my Mum and Dad, and they smiled in a conciliatory manner.   Little did they realise just how much that day would influence my life.

Some years later I visited Thruxton, eager to learn skydiving.   After qualifying I parachuted all over the world. 

I joined the army and my chosen regiment allowed me to parachute and be paid for it.   What could be better?

During free time I could generally be found at a DZ, and when in the U.K. commonly Netheravon.  

I was forced to stop parachuting in 1981 due to an injury to my back, and it was only when I returned to Nethers to see my youngest daughter jumping, that I decided to investigate the possibilities of jumping again.

Thanks to the British Parachute Association Safety Council's generosity, I have been allowed to retrain, at the age of 65, and I was very happy to return skydiving during May of this year, when I completed my 999 and 1000th jumps.   Having now reached this milestone I plan to continue leaping from planes as long as I am able to.