… or please don’t. I’ve had a hard time counting all the times my hat has blown of the top of my head already. But as I’ve said all my life. Better the hat off your head than you off a mountain.
Catching the wind is harder than it looks, even through the lens.
You just have to believe me when I say that the combination cliffs, open sea and late January is a good recipe for flying kites. Or loosing your Indiana Jones hat.
As Kasper would have said – the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results…
And as he advices I probably should find a way to tie it around my chin somehow, but if I yield to the winds, they’ll win, and we surely can’t let nature win. How would that look. So I much rather just run after it as the fool I am every time it flies…
A picture of a fool, almost breaking his fools neck.
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