More men and flying machines

Went to the beach again today and came a across a team of synchronized kite flyers:

Another one of my incredibly poor videos from my mobile phone.

They were an unlikely bunch - a geeky looking fellow in a yellow v-neck and corduroy hat, an old codger who looked like a zimmer frame would soon be replacing the kite handles, an accountant on his day off and a man with an excess of hair - but they flew their kites like the Red Arrows fly jets: swooping and diving in unison, a kite peeling off the main group and then diving through the pack unscathed.

G. was transfixed. He kept pointing at the sky and looking back at me, as if to say, "Why can't you do that Dad?"