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