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It really was the lesser of three evils (it was either that or go in a stunt plane or a glider, both of which filled me with complete and utter dread). But now that the morning had arrived for me to strap myself onto the wing of a plane, I wondered how I'd ever gotten myself into this situation in the first place.

So, with the help of Danielle from the Guinot Wing Walking Team I put on a rather unfashionable but warm red jumpsuit and walked towards the plane.

It was a very strange experience all the normal things went through my mind like, will I fall out, what if one of these buckles gives way and what if the pilot has only just passed his flying test!

I was talked through the emergency procedure then looked out towards the horizon wondering how I was going to feel speeding down a runway and up into the air with only a pair of goggles to protect me?

No turning back now. I was on my own. Except for the pilot and two little cameras that were taped down to the wing. I was told to wave and smile into them.

As the plane took off I really didn't feel scared. I think the adrenaline just kicked in and I had to get on with it. But as the plane lifted off, I actually didn't mind that feeling. The wind was very strong - at times it felt like the skin on my face was going to blow off and it was quite cold.

After the first lap around Bellerena landing strip I was starting to really love being up in the air, weaving one way and the other, diving down to the ground and then skimming back up again. Far from being scared felt exhilarated and happy and totally alone with my thoughts, so close to the sky and the clouds, taking in the beautiful scenery. By the time I landed, I still hadn't come back down to earth.