Higher! Higher!
We did this afternoon; up to the highest height, too.
And, although it was little more than a couple of (good quality) plastic bags opened out with twine attached, we eventually sent it soaring into the clear blue Suffolk skies.
And with tubes with which to suck the air from the sometimes fierce wind, once enough twine had been wound out, it was quite impressive. (It did take a while to unpack it and fathom out how and where to attach the string and thread, though.)
It certainly put my early scoffing in its place.
While the almost parachute-like sails were fluttering down the other end of Aldeburgh beach dragging sand skiers behind them, we felt quietly satisfied (and more than a little excited) with our efforts. Our little orange and yellow flyer danced about on the breeze, with its green tails flapping behind it, and even just about changed direction with a quick tug on the controller.
The perfect end to a sunny Sunday afternoon, for those scant 15 minutes or so, we were schoolboys again, with our fists holding tight, to the string of our kite.