AN eerie sense of calm came over me as I stared down the runway. I was committed to wing walking now, one of the most unnatural experiences you can put yourself through – and there was no turning back.

The propeller spun just six feet from me as pilot Martin Carrington prepared for take off.

I couldn’t communicate with him and the plugs in my ears meant I could barely hear anything – it was a lonely experience.

However there was no time for feeling lonely, or even nervous as I had been all morning, because once Martin was given the go-ahead he floored it up the runway.

It felt ridiculous to be standing on top of the plane and as we gained speed I became slightly fearful as to what was in store.

But as we became airborne at around 100mph the adrenaline started flowing and fear gave way to euphoria.

Gavin takes in the view whilst wing walking at the Bournemouth Air Festival launch

As we climbed higher my face rippled and when the plane banked over Hurn Forest the whole experience felt so surreal, it was almost as if I was watching myself on film.

Even though my cheeks were flapping I was having the time of my life and we circled Bournemouth for a good 10 minutes. Sadly this felt more like two minutes and as we came in to land I was sad the experience was over.

The 24 hours before the flight had been restless and nervy, which is laughable to me now, as I’d do it again in a heartbeat.