We bought Britain’s weirdest attraction on impulse after seeing an advert in The Telegraph
I’m swinging in the wind, some 330 feet in the air. Below are lush meadows and densely forested slopes; the only sound is the delighted squeak of the cable car behind me. The scene is almost Alpine. But there are no cowbells or towering peaks. Instead, the treetop views are of tightly packed rows of … Read more