When I was a youngster, I dreamed of having a ‘radio-control’ model aeroplane. At every chance, I would pore over well-thumbed magazine articles about how you could build your own ‘single-channel’ radio control transmitter, which, in conjunction with impossibly complex on-board gadgetry, including a well-wound rubber band to power the mechanism that changed the rudder setting, would allow you the merest smidgen of control of that wild, petrol-driven insect in the sky; impossibly at the mercy of the wind.
I did build one eventually. It crashed on its maiden flight – into a stone wall. By the time I could afford another one, the passion had worn off and other interests beckoned.
I was reminded of this simple but painful memory earlier this week by the flight of what I have come to think of as the orange aero-thingy. This device is the answer to fully exercising a collie dog…
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