I wake up with nothing to do but walk, shoot and explore the city. My hotel is a stone’s throw from the waterfront and I’ve already glimpsed the circus—Brighton’s rare crossbreed of old fairs, 90s raves and tourist traps. But it’s early and still quiet.
On a whim I purchase a ticket for the i360.
It’s barely 10AM and already hot, so I stick my jacket in my camera bag and wait for the boarding call.
I’ll get to be a drone for twenty minutes.