From Up High

I love heights. When I was in Barcelona, a couple of years ago, I spent a lot of my trip there going up high. The cathedral roof. The cable car. The Sagrada Familia, where you can get a lift to part of the way up and then climb up inside one of the tall, thin towers which sway in the wind and are only slightly wider than you are. Wonderful. Scary but with terrific views and I loved it!


In Rome I loved the dome of St Peter's. In Siena I loved the Torre (or tower) there. In Bruges, this summer, up the tower we went and I loved it. (actually, for the best views I think Siena or Bruges take the prize). I love the Eiffel Tower. Hell, on a smaller scale, I even love the Blackpool Tower, which has a piece of perspex at the top to walk on, looking at the view below.

However. Here's a man whose job involves climbing up towers and working on the aerials at the top. The video lasts a while but is well worth watching. He can see 55 miles when he gets to the top!



I'm not going to do his job when I grow up, oh no. For various reasons. But watching this made me realise that I love being up high - - as long as you don't introduce the serious possibility of FALLING OFF.