Rooftops. The only reason I get any exercise these days. Although this ten storeys is nothing in comparison to (say) a ball-breaking, leg-aching 74 storey ascent.
Little metal unlocked hatches are always something worth getting excited about.
It has been scientifically proven that the moon rises a lot faster when you are trying to set up a shot. In the end, I don't mind the moon being visible here. Dotting my 'i', so to speak.
This is the biggest clothesline you'll ever come across. It used to be motorised and spin around in a tachy attempt to draw attention to the business. Nowadays, it sits mortally wounded. Tied down with nylon rope, this Hills Hoist will never spin again. That is to say, unless someone were to untie the rope and push it around whilst singing and dancing.
All your city are belong to us.
