Plucking up courage meant that I got a fantastic view

It’s important the parade continues – but safely

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As you can probably tell from the enormously geeky picture opposite, I’m still having a ball in Oz!

I’m a little embarrassed that I have such a small ego I don’t mind the whole of the Portsmouth area seeing what an excited little kid I look like – but I was rather proud of myself!

Despite the fact I look about 10 years old, my hair is a mess, I have zero make-up on and wet patches (a result of my wet bikini, having been at White Water World all day, not sweat I promise) I am ecstatic enough about my achievements to share this awful pic with you!

Having gone up 77 floors of the iconic SkyPoint Observation Deck in the stunning Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia I plucked up the courage to go a little further and climb on the outside of the building to the top.

Needless to say my partner Matt, who is pretty much petrified of heights (along with flying, spiders, snakes, creepy crawlies…why on earth are we in Oz?) stayed in the comfort of the viewing deck, whilst I and a few other recruits took the plunge and climbed to the point.

Believe it or not, this pic is not a superimposed one, the view truly is that stunning!

At our highest point, we were 230 metres above sea level and you get a complete 360-degree view of the whole of the Gold Coast.

It’s a beautiful place and reminds me a lot of my childhood.

We lived in the city of Brisbane, which is about an hour away and would frequently visit the Gold Coast, so I bored Matt to tears with my ‘ah, I remember that’ stories.

We’re in Oz filming for a new TV programme about vegetarian food and are staying at the Mantra Circle on Cavil, a stunning skyscraper hotel (which is actually the third tallest building in the Gold Coast) which has views of the ocean on one side and a river on the other.

It’s a self-catering apartment and I had every intention of playing housewife for the week and cooking in.

But so far all I’ve bought are cornflakes, milk and Tetley tea bags (ah, the joy of having good old English tea when you’re away from Pompey).

Ah well, at least the thought was there, eh?