"Bloody hell, they're going fast"

Apparently that statement came from one of the men pushing us off on our Zorb journey yesterday. We couldn't find it at first, this was the sight which greeted us as we reached the top of the hill...



and this is me waiting to get strapped in while Rob Grace was already inside...



It was funny watching Rob dangling there while I got ready. The last strap was tightened and we were off at what felt like warp speed. As a previous post said it was literally grass, sky, grass, sky. The soundtrack to our bizarre journey was shouting and the noise of ruckus. The strange feeling didn't last for that long in real time but being inside that Zorb time operated differently. Our upside down time felt a lot longer. Towards the end we were fully bouncing around and appreciated our harnesses right about then. What followed was a feeling of elation. If you have a chance to do this at anytime don't hesitate. Jon Laidlow enjoyed the spectacle and the noise and was a little confused when the truck which collected us arrived back at the top of the hill and we emerged from the back seat not the zorb. All photos courtesy of Jon's L-cam. The rest of our day was well spent. We visited the Hove skatepark. It was not a lengthy stay, visit would be the right word. Still hyped on abnormal feelings Rob and I subjected ourselves to round two. I made known my reservations, it wasn't the ride itself which caused these. The wind, rust patches and rickety nature of it did that. These factors and it's position on the very corner of Brighton pier. Good sense got the better of me and I found myself once again strapped in...



We couldn't resist the Booster. Here's us at the top...



Exhilirated once again. Our stomach's enjoyed similar rollercoaster thrills that day as Sea side fodder was sampled. Here's my one photo of my Bromley to Brighton Beano buddies...



We encountered so many Hen nights dressed in different themes Jon said it was like being in the Warriors, he was later danced at erratically in the street by an 11 year old girl giddy on E numbers. I found my confectonery of choice in the form of one of these...



Luigi just discovered a carefully placed small hole in his water bottle. Word is he's been moonlighting...



Thanks to Rob for a completely different day out.