Zoe Jones Wonderfully Wild Wing Walk for WAY


What an incredibly brave friend I have in this beautiful young lady !!

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My name is Zoe Jones, and on the 15th May 2021 over the skys above Gloucester I’m going to be standing on top of a Bi-plane and flying for a Wonderful charity !!! 🙂

I am raising money by performing my Wing Walk for a wonderful charity WAY - Widowed & Young, that sadly I am now a member of.

WAY are the only national charity in the UK for people 50 or under when their partner died, some with children or like me without from all over the country and some in other parts of the world.

I was widowed 2 years ago at 42 and after only 10 months of marriage, it was all very quick and sudden, WAY completely saved me and continues to do so.

Simon always knew I wanted to wing walk since i was about 5 and now the opportunity is here and I’m grabbing it, to seal a life long dream and make him proud! But most importantly to raise money for this wonderful charity that has helped me and continues to help many others every day!

WAY has helped me to be strong again and live again, I can laugh and cry, it’s comfortable and they really “get it”, I’ve made some wonderful friends and I feel part of another family, I would like to give them something in return and I need all the help I can get! So please help me raise money for them!!

Thank you Zoë

For Si

#YNWA xx



ZOË DID IT !!!!!!



You can still make a donation to WAY, just click on the link !!!!!


Thank you xxxxxxx

“High Flight"

by Royal Canadian Air Force Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee Jr. 1941

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.