This little guy waited one whole year. Last year he was 3, and a bit small to go on the Flying Fox. Next year, he said. So this year we just had to make the trip - couldn't miss it!
After waiting in a long line it was finally his turn to go. He ran off in his clunky rain boots, pulling the rope to the platform. He climbed the ladder and was picked up to hold on to the ring. One, two, three! He flew.