Bear Grylls is doing roughly what you’d expect him to be doing on a weekday afternoon. He is strapped into a paramotor – its canopy billowing above him, its propeller whirring at his back – floating high above a landscape of astonishing beauty.
The surprise is that this seemingly inexhaustible adventurer is enjoying another escapade not in the skies above the Costa Rican jungle, the Sahara Desert or the icy pinnacle of Everest. He is gliding above the north coast of Wales. And he is enthralled.
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