I abseiled down the Brighton i360: I've never felt more like Bridget Jones

When I was little my dad took my sister and I climbing in the Peak District. He had to hide mini eggs in nooks and crannies in the rock face on his way up, so that when I climbed up after – as he belayed me up –, there would be moments of relief from my wailing as I stopped to tearfully munch on some chocolate.