A Special Gravity

A cold start 365 days on and I’m back in Alps. It was New Years Eve, the sun was shining and the wind slept. “Perfect conditions” Alastair said excitedly, “I’ll be there in 45 minutes”. He arrived in his van, collecting me from a small town in the French Alps where I had been ski touring a few days previously. We hadn’t seen each other for 12 years, in which time Alastair had won the skydiving world championships, recorded a wingsuit... Read More