According to its creator, this thing is the closest a human being can get to skydiving without actually leaping from a plane.
From where I’m dangling, I’d say it’s closer to being Superman – with a hefty dose of Eddie the Eagle.
It involves flying face-down, head-first, for a mile or so at up to 100mph down a mountain – eeek! – and then – yeeeurrrgh! – straight over a cliff, out across a lake and finally – thwack! – crashing into a powerful shock absorber a few feet above the ground.
Impressive views: I braved Britain’s scariest new tourist attraction – a carefully calibrated, 1,600 yards, £600,000 washing line strung out over a spectacular corner of North Wales
To be honest, it requires zero talent; even a sack of potatoes could do it. But the exhilaration when I step back on terra firma is intoxicating.
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