Last year when I had a pulmonary embolism – it was a very scary time.

My sister saved me from drowning. I shouted at her because she pulled me out of the pool and hurt my arm.

Probably when I didn’t sleep for a week on drugs in 2009. I’d had a lot of meth and my heart felt like it was giving out. I remember climbing over balconies really high up, and I thought I was going to die, until I eventually fell asleep in someone’s garden.

Climbing Scafell Pike in the Lake District when I was about 15. The winds were about 85mph, my legs lifted and I nearly flew off. Thankfully somebody grabbed me.

Resourceful, resilient and compassionate.

I was a huge daydreamer and imagined myself as a successful general leading his troops into battle.

I left the army and got a job with Unilever in Northern Ireland. They were very strict and you had to have a hat, and when you went into a shop you had to raise your hat to the shopkeeper and then sell your wares. I was selling margarine.

Compassion, resourcefulness and resilience form a rounded good person. So that’s what I’d like to leave my children and grandchildren.

When I was climbing I was absolutely happy. I can use a climbing wall, but that’s not the same as real climbing.

Whenever things seem absolutely terrible, to see that you’re alive and that’s all that matters.