Is it just me, or is anyone else slightly queasy at the sight of a hundred or so inhabited, essentially pilotless, fragile, at the whim of the winds, hundreds of feet up, and in very close proximity to each other, craft???
Just like the Paras jumping out of perfectly good working aircraft, these wacko's are in aircraft with no bloody engine......or rudder for all that matters.
Somewhere there's a powerline somewhere that's drooling.
Neat picture, but if you don't mind, I'm staying on terra firma thanks.