This afternoon I took a walk to the local castle. When I arrived at the top of the hill I had a rest on a bench to take some photos. What happened next was a surprise. A paraglider appeared in the sky with his parachute. He had probably arrived from the Jura mountains behind the castle. He landed on the meadow in front of where I was sitting and so I made the most of it with my camera. He laid out the parachute on the ground and began to fold it. My luck was in, the parachute was scarlet, at least I think it is scarlet, anyhow it is my sort of scarlet.