Crossing a high summit yesterday I stopped at a cafe. There was a strange tower with some steps going up that needed further investigation. At the bottom was a little hut advertising extreme “zipping”.

This is part of a large network of zip wires between mountains. Drops of 1600 ft and speeds of 120kph were quoted, which sounds quite fun! I stepped up to the plate for a look, the distances and steepness certainly looked like serious business! Maybe I should have a go?

In the end I didn’t. I was wet through and it was drizzling, a huge dampener for any outdoor activity. It was also cloudy and obvious that they weren’t going to get any custom that day. I did have a minor pang of ‘only live once’ type guilt, but it quickly passed.

Was that because it’s petty tame compared to hang gliding? Or adventure motorcycling? Or sidecar racing? Or street luge? Nope. It’s because it was 80 quid! Sod that!