I had actually expected to pay more than 800 euros, but the seller happened to have this incredibly cheap one-off, and anyone who doesn't go for it is really stupid.
The first test flights went quite satisfactorily, at least when the video game-experienced offspring was at the controls. For me, the automatic come-back function was the most useful feature. I found our windsurfing shots rather unspectacular. Antoine Albeau doesn't bang across our quarry pond in a life-threatening two Beaufort.
But if it's not so great for surfing, then you can certainly have fun with the drone elsewhere. Garden maintenance, for example. Sharpen the rotor blades and finally trim the hedge at the top properly. Or slicing cucumbers into neat slices for the barbecue party, which is always such a chore. Even better: at the next match of our village football team, hit the opposing goalkeeper with a few stink bombs from a lofty height. He can't hold anything except his nose. And from 30 degrees upwards, you can still screw the thing onto the wall as a fan and have a surveillance camera with you at the same time.
Of course, I continued practising with the drone on the garden course and became quite a decent pilot. I proudly gave a short demonstration over coffee on the terrace with my parents-in-law. "How high can this thing go?" "Let's see!" High, very high, a bit higher, even out of sight. "And now what?" "Now the remote control has somehow gone. But it comes back automatically!" "Really?" "Sure!" 30 minutes later, a sharp whistle signalled the return of the powerless aircraft and it slammed into the strawberry cake at hyperspeed. "Told you it would come back on its own!"
"You have to put that on the web, it's bound to be a hit," said mum. And she was right. There was another video on the memory card, I wasn't paying attention when I uploaded it: Helga from next door in the shower! 20,000 clicks in 10 minutes! Wow! I told you, don't give up, practise, practise. Then you'll succeed with the neighbour too!
