A journey in Spain, continuation
A
parachutist as comfortable in the air as a fish in the water.
A
walk in the marina. A Venise atmosphere.
After a good meal, we leave sooner than planned. The sea haze
might block our route again as the temperature decreases at the end of the
afternoon. At the end of the runway, the marina. We must skim the roofs and the
braches of the palms.
Blues are mixing with greens around rocks.
Mountains over which the road have difficulty to go.
Some ants are coming to visit a stranded whale.
A
sailboat is pushed by the wind. The same for us.
The only island of the Languedoc, fort Brescou, 5000 m². A 16th
century fortress, later a prison, in the end becoming a tourist place. Today
it's used as a landmark by the boats and the planes.
Just in time to pass through before those clouds finish
forming.
Free as a bird, we fly over the traffic
jams.
Back to the nest. Runway 15 is waiting for us.
To let the final out of my sight, never! Even if I can't enjoy
this natural picture.
Happy to arrive, happy for the trip and happy to have made some
people happy.
Well done to our photographer.
Aéroclub of Camargue. Candillargues.
