LIFTOFF

As soon as the disembarking passengers had... well... disembarked, we shuffled forward and boarded the i360 Pod.

Wilson was very impressed.

'It's ENORMOUS in here, New Dad! It looks as big as Uckfield High Street but without the shops and cars — AND it's got a Bar!'

He ran excitedly round the Pod a couple of times, then stared upward through the glass ceiling, where the central pillar extended 500ft above us into the sky, remarking, 'Well, that's VERY high, isn't it? And we're going right to the top! Where's the Emergency Handle to stop it?'

Once he'd established that the Bar did not stock Ant Gin he settled for a glass of champagne — to settle his nerves — and the pod began to rise majestically.

So gentle was our ascent that as we started there was no sensation of movement — until Wilson shouted 'WE'RE GOING UP!' and gripped tightly on the the handrail with both paws.

I'm sure he'll love this experience — as long as no-one mentions that it's broken down three times in the last five days...