Currently I've jumped in Padova, Gardaland, Trento, Venice, Bologna, Milan, Manchester, Verona, Switzerland, Lake Maggiore, Florence, Rome, St Andrews, at a boiled meat festival, and at a rice festival, to name but several...
Since I started jumping regularly (in 2008) it's been quite a whistle-stop tour, and that doesn't count all the times I visited places and just didn't get round to jumping. I've been a busy bee. Unfortunately, the life of a busy bee can sometimes be a little neglectful of the people who aren't on the same road as you. In fact it is extremely neglectful of the people that are equally as busy but are instead following their sat nav in a completely different direction - only rarely do your paths cross.
This is the situation with my cousin. We love spending time together, but we don't get to do it very often because we're both flying round the world and living hectic lives without trying to organise cross-country (as in nation and not the Cotswolds) meet-ups.
When, back in the summer of 2010, I returned home for a wedding, we took full advantage of being in the same place at the same time and went for a day out at the beach. It was great fun - we had loads to catch up on and for once the English sunshine rivalled the Italian variety I'd gotten used to (well nearly...).
In order to mark the day in a more special way, I wanted her to take a jumping photo for me.
This took some time.
But we got there in the end.
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside!
Formby, England, 2010
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