There is no going back! It is done…..the confirmation has been made and the deposit has been paid!

On Sunday 30 June, I will be taking off in a plane somewhere in Kent and (unless I bottle it in which case I will justifiably be subjected to the most severe ribbing of my life) will then jump out of it somewhere between 10,000 and 15,000 feet above the ground with another person and a big bag strapped to my back.

I won’t pretend that I’m not a little nervous, scared even. Just the booking process was enough to make me feel a little uneasy, but the fact is I’m going to do it and because I’ll be doing it with a group of friends and colleagues it will be that much easier and more enjoyable….that and the fact that they’re all more scared than I am of course (you should have heard some of the excuses they were preparing for why they might not be able to do it on the day).

 
So there you go. The date’s in place. The location is sorted. The deposit’s paid.  All that’s left to do now is start the fundraising – details to follow – and start the training, how do you train for a parachute jump. As far as I know I’m pretty good at jumping and gravity will take care of the rest.