Chloe finds a hobby: I scream for joy at the top... it feels like I'd climbed Kilimanjaro
I had naively always thought of rock climbing as a stag-do activity, somewhere in between paintballing and go carting- ideally done in fancy dress and followed by several pints.
My relationship to high places is a lot like my approach to meeting MMA fighter Jon Jones, should that ever happen: Avoid direct eye contact, and try not to provoke him.