What it is about a human being’s yearning to fly – the urge to propel our bodies into the sky, to defy gravity and common sense and take to the air? That arm-flapping impulse we have as children to leave the ground? I remember once jumping from a fifteen-foot ha-ha in high winds holding four umbrellas, hellbent on taking off. Skybound leads us into that realm of yearning, that desire for release. Better even than Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s Wind, Sand and Stars or Beryl Markham’s West with the Night, it catapults us into the dimension of aerial being.