Up, up, up, but not away. I was at a conference in Brighton last weekend, and couldn’t have borne not to have tried out the seaside town’s latest attraction, the i360. So I skived one session to do so.
We start to climb, very, very slowly.
Indeed at no time was my body, other than my eyes, conscious of movement. We continue to climb…
… and climb.
A scan along the beach towards the East.
Inwards and upwards
Taking this flight (as BA who run this attraction call it, like the London Eye) gave me no worries whatsoever. But I would never, ever, ever, go on this:

The red building is the Hilton Metropole in which most of the fringe sessions of the conference were held, and the concrete monstrosity two blocks on is the Brighton Centre, where the conference itself was held. (Inside it’s pretty good.)

The big red church just above the centre of the picture is St Bartholomew’s, where I sang in a couple of concerts some 40 years ago. (Sorry, I think this picture is out of order.)
And we gently return to the bottom, and alight at the lower floor
Back on land. That was enormous fun.
(PS I’m glad I didn’t, but had I known what had gone on the previous day, I might have hesitated before going on this 20-minute trip.)