Spring In Winter On The South Coast - Eastbourne, United Kingdom, 3rd February 2007

Perched precariously atop a groin, built to prevent beach erosion.

I've been asked before why for somebody suffering an acute fear of heights, I enjoy having photographs of myself taken in positions that would induce the severest bouts of vertigo.

The answer, I think, can be found in the name of my affliction. Acrophobia is described in many dictionaries as irrational.

These groins are erected right beneath the very noses of the famous chalk seacliffs of the English South Coast.

I haven't read Margaret Mitchell's Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, but I can pronounce now I know what going with the wind feels like. It's as close as it gets, grammatically at least.

Weight-watchers would have been pleased to be in my shoes. It'd be Nature's endorsement of their dietary successes.

On the slopes of Beachy Head, Britain's tallest chalk seacliff at 156 metres. Left to right: Joe, Jasmine, Michelle, Kelvin, myself, Vivian and Clarence.

Clarence and myself, making a mockery of the gravity of the situation.

Eastbourne, chalk cliffs, beaches et al.

We now know Dali really started off with signposts.

And that he didn't particularly like tourists very much.