Two weeks later, Elizabeth found herself inside a metal cage, being lifted to one hundred and sixty feet skywards. On the ground, she could see Gary waving and smiling manically and she felt a surge of animosity for the person who had talked her into participating in this terrifying experience.
It was a cool, calm day, the dew was still visible on the grass and, as Elizabeth was lifted higher, she had a breathtaking view of the Cornish countryside. They were the first jumpers of the morning but there was a small crowd gathered, staring up at her open-mouthed. She gazed at the safety harness and ankle-strap attached to her body. A feeling of terror engulfed her. She wanted to get down, she wanted her feet firmly back on the ground, but the crane kept up its slow ascent.
‘This thing.’ She
