Once my kite flew I felt such a rush of relief - I thought it would never get off the ground at all. I wound off more and more line, watching it weaving and dancing in the thermals, climbing higher and higher, until I had to wind the line back in before I lost it completely. How could that fragile thread keep it there, pulling against me? If I were to let it go where could it fly to? Where would it end up?
Such a simple pleasure, basically pointless, but if flying a kite was all you did on holiday would you be wasting your time?
