Postponed from 29th May due to adverse weather conditions, wind strength illegal to jump from. But we’ll be jumping soon - now rebooked to 3rd July , Dunkeswell.

In celebration of myself and my great friend Karen Whiston’s milestone birthdays. Kay decided in her wisdom that she wanted to do a skydive and the only person she felt crazy enough to do it alongside her was Me!!

We grew up together as young girls in the Weston Harriers Pony Club , Prince Phillip Cup . Showjumping and Eventing teams, causing havoc on ponies.

Me, as most would know I’m full of adventure and always love speed - but heights - that’s a different matter - so this will challenge me beyond my limits - even writing this I feel the nerves building up !

I can literally freeze when faced with a sheer drop!

So to turn this challenge into something very special and memorable, and not only to mark our birthdays and a friendship that has lasted over 50 years , but to mark the 40 anniversary of my big brother losing his fight with muscular dystrophy aged just 22. .

Jeremy Griffin (Jay/Jerry) my brother died aged 22 of Muscular Dystrophy in 27th November 1984, just before his 23rd birthday.

Jerry was adopted as a baby, born 2nd December 1961. My parents had been told he was born blue, due to a lack of oxygen and that he now wasn’t able to be adopted and would go into a specialist home for the rest of his life as they were told he was not perfect. . My mum told the adoption agency, “I could have given birth to a baby that wasn’t perfect. This doesn’t mean to us he’s not perfect and we wouldn’t want to adopt him” My parents fought tooth and nail to adopt Jay despite all the opposition to the adoption from those involved in the 1960s. They finally won and Jay came home to them.

Then came 3 more! Me, being one of them! We were all 4 of us within 5 years of each other in age.

Jerry led life to the full— riding ponies, motorbikes and even a stint at Powerboat racing. Testing my Mum and Dad’s nerves to the full!

Jay had a distinct rolling gait as he walked , could never run properly which apparently was a sign of MD, an IQ that rivalled the best in Mensa and he could build anything mechanical. He was full of life and seems to be loved by everyone, a dry sense of humour and My Big Brother.

When he was 19, he had an awful motorbike accident. He was resuscitated, had a broken pelvis , femur and punctured lung, he spent spent 6 months in The Winford Hospital. When he came out, he was back on his motorbike!

He started to get very weak and lose a lot of weight. A year before Jay died, he was diagnosed with Beckers Muscular Dystrophy.

He was just 21 and he was told he had about a year to live.

It is thought that the accident accelerated the muscular dystrophy he had actually been born with. But my parents had not been told. Jay never ran properly with a slightly rolling gait. He had a IQ that rivalled the best in Mensa and could nips anything mechanical. Nowadays, following research & medication those born with Beckers Muscular Dystrophy can lead a normal long life.

So on 29th May 2025 , Kay and I jump 🤪 this is taking place in the delights of Devon .

Please don’t worry if weather does not let us we have a contingency date , so we will not let you down. Please feel free to come and watch and see me at my most uncomfortable 🤦‍♀️

Let’s see what we can do to help families affected with Muscular Dystrophy enabling them to live their lives as full as possible for as long as they can.

And for all the parents who never give up. ❤️

By fundraising for Muscular Dystrophy UK, I’m helping to fund world-class research into effective treatments, and life changing support for the 110,000 people in the UK living with a muscle-wasting condition.

All donations and support are greatly appreciated. Thank you!