We bought Britain’s weirdest attraction on a whim after seeing an advert in The Telegraph
I’m swaying in the wind, some 100 metres up. Below me are lush pastures and densely forested slopes; the only sound is the cheerful screech of the cable car behind me. The landscape is almost Alpine. But there are no cowbells or towering peaks. Instead, I see a treetop view of cramped rows of cobblestone… Read More »