How did I end up here? Standing on the edge of a famous cliff, looking down – rather tentatively, lest something happens and I find myself 530 feet below, after a six second fall, which I have concluded would not be a great career move. Still, I must have seemed happy enough because I was not approached by any of the people who supposedly prowl Britain's most notorious suicide spot, trying to talk people out of jumping. To be honest I’ve never thought much about doing such things as I have always seen life as a gift and have never felt the urge to do anything other than enjoy it to the full. In any case, Beachy Head is such a beautiful place that it ought really to inspire positive thoughts, rather than have such a sad reputation.
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