The end of my holiday is drawing nigh and with the festive season just a week away, I really should be with Monkey helping to start our Yuletide preparations, but, no holiday to Portsmouth would be complete without a trip up the Spinnaker and so I have left the best till last.
It was rather high and at first my vertigo was in danger of getting the better of me, but when Lucy said firmly “Darrell, what’s the worse that can happen?” I pulled myself together and then thought I would try this psychological tic-tac on Lucy herself next time we go anywhere near a boat, and the subject of sharks rears it's ugly head saying "Lucy, exactly how many sharks have attacked pleasure cruisers (in say Bournemouth) this year?"
I couldn’t quite bring myself to walk across the glass floor .......
........ But I lay down and looked over the edge, without the slightest of collywobbles.
My only disappointment, and it’s only a teensy weensy one, is that there wasn’t a button badge for me to buy in the gift shop, I would have loved one to wear beside my Mudeford Quay one.
Fears conquered it's onwards and upwards as they say ….. perhaps the Eiffel or Blackpool Tower next?