I made it! Me and Meg were in Lift Group 8- the last group of the day to jump, so the suspense was high. By the time our names were called (which incidentally we missed, as we were too busy parachute-spotting whilst soaking up the sun!), I didn't actually feel nervous. My instructor, 'G', was crazy. He was about a foot shorter than me, so I was a little worried about squishing him, tattooed all over and just generally loved life. It was going to be the most awesome minute of my life, said G, and I didn't need to worry about a thing because he was going to do all the hard work for me... The plane ride up was pretty cool. There was about 16 of us sat on the floor, one behind another 'oops upside your head' stylee. At around 7,000 feet, the doors opened. That was scary. Some of the guys sat in front of me were solo skydive students, and had to do a 'low jump' to prove that they could deploy their parachutes in time. They looked nervous. G said that a month ago they had been sat in exactly the same place I was- doing their first tandem skydive. One by one, they disappeared. The plane continued upwards to 12,000 feet, and I was the one in front of the open door. G's motto was 'shut up and jump'! So we did. I thought I would feel panicked and want to chicken out. But it was all really surreal. I can remember hanging over the edge of the plane and then the next thing I knew, I was flying. It was unreal. It didn't feel anything like the fear of falling through the sky at 120 mph should feel like. It was peaceful. I wish the stunning views over the Gower coastline could be etched on my memory forever. Then the paruchute opened, bringing me back to reality. Everything slowed down and G and I could talk again. I was buzzing and G asked if I wanted to bust some moves (I'd promised Dan's family that I would do a 'twirl', so that's what I had to do). Wrong move.... Following a couple of twirls, I felt so motion sick that I almost heaved mid-air (thank goodness I decided not to be filmed!!). By way of background, I cannot read a book in a car, or go on the Pirate Ship at Alton Towers without feeling sick, so I should have known better.....! The landing was smooth. But the waves of nausea weren't so fun. On the plus side, although heaving on the side of the landing strip in my navy jumpsuit wasn't my most attractive look, I wasn't actually sick. Apparently lots of people succumb, due to a combination of adrenaline/ dehydration/ motion sickness. It really was the craziest, most exhilarating, most relaxing minute of my life. G and everyone at Swansea airport were 'awesome'. Thank you to each and every person who has donated to CWC:-)

Just woken up- feeling flutters of panic!! Very cloudy outside so fingers crossed it clears up and jump goes ahead! Thank you so much for all of your support and donations you lovely people :-)