I wish the States were as into having Ferris wheels in major cities as the countries of the Commonwealth seem to be! Brisbane, London, Bristol (for a while), and Plymouth are just a few of the wheels I’ve come across over the last few years.
I love looking at them and taking photos of the wheels, but I never make my way to the top. Heights don’t really sit well with me, and I just…you know, prefer to have my feet planted firmly on the ground. That said, something came over me on Saturday and I practically ran straight for the wheel from the train station. I was fine in line while we danced around to the James Bond theme music the operator had playing. I was fine as we got loaded into our capsule (and told where the panic button was). I was fine on the way up.
I was decidedly not fine for the 5 minutes we were dangling at the very top with the wind howling and whipping around us.
What was I thinking?
That’s what I get for trying to be brave. Luckily, Ryan calmed me down and joked around with me enough I didn’t completely freak out. I snapped a few photos in the moments that I wasn’t clinging to my seat.
After, we walked along the waterfront and laid out on the beautiful grass near the lighthouse. Ryan napped while I plowed through my book and the afternoon really couldn’t have been more perfect. (Well, okay, had I packed a little less and had a lighter bag…that would’ve been better!)
I could have seriously stayed there forever. It was perfection!
More to come…