Up was great. Avast, me proud beauty! Down nay so much Brain fart durin' prep had me hookin' t' parachute onto t' nose cone, shiver me timbers, forgettin' I had built t' rocket t' split in t' middle. Begad! Needless t' say, with no parachute, t' landin' resulted in some damage. Blimey! Initially it looked like a soft landin' in t' grass, ya bilge rat, as t' rocket was more or less just slidin' back t' earth in a flat orientation. Blimey! But it managed t' find t' tarmac and snap off t' two aft skid fins. Another addition t' t' repair pile.