The way a figure is positionedThe hard hat fitted over the thin woollen one which hid my ear buds. I tightened the chin strap as the scissor lift jerked to life under the direction of the operator’s skilled fingers. Being encased in my protective gear gave me an illusion of safety, despite the growing distance between the platform’s non-slip surface and the concrete slabs of the veranda. I looked over the rail as we cleared the top of the bar’s high doors and continued to the level of the first-floor windows. Blue tarpaulin flapped in the breeze sweeping from the ocean and the platform rocked with the motion of the boom as it extended. I’d studied seaward photographs of the building and knew the proportions. I’d start at a height of six metres, continuing to just beneath the fourth-floor w
