This Way Up

<p><strong>The Tale of a Timid Nobody Who Became a Gyroplane Pilot</strong></p><p><em>This is the story of a shy and unremarkable nobody who learned to be a gyroplane pilot and consequently discovered a wider world.</em></p><p>Bored with the daily routine in the 1980s a spur-of-the-moment decision to fly a light aircraft changed the entire course of my life. I had no intention of becoming a pilot-people like me don't do things like that-but flying soon grew mundane and the initial thrill wore thin. In an effort to recapture that lost spark of wonder I tried a small helicopter and became captivated by the rotary-winged bug. My fate was sealed when just a couple of months later I saw Wing Commander Ken Wallis (the real James Bond) flying his famous gyroplane Little Nellie. The addiction was incurable and I was quite beyond help.</p><p>However gyroplanes have a bad reputation and people tried hard to dissuade me. With so few gyronauts scattered across the UK in the pre-Internet 1990s it felt like trying to join a secret society. The only available machines were single-seat and the only way to learn to fly was to own one. No one said this was going to be easy! My quest led me to Cornwall where a small group of autorotational veterans took me under their collective wing. Thanks to them Delta-J was born and they taught me how to stay alive working from the ground up.</p><p>Twenty years later my rotary-winged obsession took this hesitant mouse across the English Channel where I discovered the unimaginable freedom of the French ultralight world. My tiny rotorcraft and I are now part of that world. It has been a voyage of discovery and new horizons with ups and downs in every sense-a journey I could never have imagined when I took that first aeroplane flight in 1985. Gyroplanes have been my greatest adventure!</p><p> </p>