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.
From the short queue outside
Waiting, having bought my ticket
The pod starts to descend from its previous ‘flight’.
Coming down …
… down …
… and sinks to the lower floor where passengers disembark.
Comes up to the ground floor to take on the next ones,
and I become extraordinarily fat, due to the curvature of the pod,
which inside is very spacious indeed.
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.
Over to the east. It’s not only Dover that has chalk cliffs.
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:
Why pay all that money for the flight if you just want to prop up a bar?
To the west
Shoreham power station, I believe, in the distance
Coming down again
Big zoom, to see a mile over to the east the end of the road in which my hotel was situated
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.)