|The young chap in the glasses became a minister!|
The club operated out of Ardmore Aerodrome and the 'drop zone' was moved to Clevedon at some time, I forget the name of the farm but it was an historic place. Although I didn't ever do a parachute jump, I and the other girlfriends and wives in the 1970's -80's were in demand to drive out to the drop zone and watch the antics and provide the little needed encouragement for the mostly guys and a few women who loved dropping out of aeroplanes. It happened nearly every weekend if the weather was good.
The club has had two re-unions since then and everyone is in their 60's and 70's now and I have a list of names and addresses. It's fun to reminisce. I wish I could tell you more details about the club but for me it just existed in a haze of crazy days.