Note if approaching this area from the river be careful of people "falling" from the walls on to the footpath below. If you see the green fence at the bottom of the gardens you'll understand what I mean. It's purpose is to stop people "falling" over the precipice but it doesn't always work. My family had a very narrow escape here in early June. While walking under the high walls of the gardens, we heard a whoosh like sound from above, we looked up just in time to see the silhouette of a man plummeting through the air towards us. I pulled my daughter out of the way, just as he hit the pavement feet away. The sound of bone and flesh crashing into concrete was horrifying.

After ushering my family out of sight, I went back to see if I could help the poor soul. He was a middle aged man, with a deeply tanned face, his body was twisted horribly, his eyes stared vacantly and a large pool of blood was slowly spreading from his head onto the pavement, there was little anyone could do....

The police arrived within minutes but with the exception of an old man in a blue chequered shirt whispering a prayer over the body, everyone else stood back, as if trying to erase the terrible sight before it hardened into memory.