About 7 am. on Sunday, I was peacefully into my yoga practice when a noise louder than 10 chainsaws or the Crows Nest bottle garbos shook Mitchells Islanders out of their beds. I managed to retrieve my camera and fire off a shot just as the ultra-light swooped over our house.
Later our neighbour Trevor volunteered that the pilot, Bob, is an Oxley Islander, and a mate....