'Tack, tack, tack, tack...' goes my bat detector. 'Here they come!' shouts Philip. Like kamikaze pilots they dive for their insect prey, swooping and missing the tower by an inch. 'Ooh!' and 'Aah!' say the crowd, rushing from side to side to catch a better glimpse. Before long I'm hanging out of the window, luring them with words like, 'Come to mummy, ickle batty watty.' So much for scaring myself shitless.