Remember how I lamented not dragging my sorry ass out of bed last weekend? This weekend, I put all that right by dragging it (and the kids) down to Wynberg School field and taking the drone higher than I’d ever taken it before. 121 metres up in fact. That’s according the the flight log, which is part of the software that limits the drone to the 120 metres legal ceiling, so you do the maths.

It’s all rather academic anyway. While I launched from the flat field, I was sitting in the shade at the top of the steep bank (you can see me, at about 10 o’clock, actually), a good 5m up already.

I’m pretty sure that I wasn’t endangering anything or anyone.

The photo includes the kids, waving madly at a dot in the sky from the Jacques Kallis Oval, which as any fule kan see, are distinctly square.

My confidence in my ability, together with my knowledge of what Florence the drone can do, is growing all the time. It can’t be long now before I run out of excuses for taking kak photos with this amazing machine.

I think this is going to be fun

Considering the somewhat hefty wind which has been plauging Cape Town since I opened up ‘Florence’ the drone yesterday afternoon, I’m quite impressed that she has even got off the floor.

But she’s a robust lass, and with only occasional struggles against the southeaster, we’ve already had some good fun together.

This is my kids (and a couple of friends) from 30m up earlier today. If you’re reading, Claremont Cricket Club, you might want to revisit your weedkilling strategy. (But many thanks for the use of your airspace.)