This weekend I was meant to be learning to paraglide, but the weather (strong winds) had other ideas, so the two-day course was aborted after the first morning.
As I was in the Peak District and wearing boots, I made the best of it and spent the rest of the day walking. It was a day for the unexpected:
The next day I wandered round the spa town of Buxton:
It wasn’t the weekend I’d expected, but I had a great time. And I’ve still got a day and a half of paragliding to look forward to.