So most people might have a fear of solo climbing, or perhaps solo camping in bear country, but not me. Call me a huge wussy, but I've always had a ridiculously active mind when it comes to being alone in the dark. My mind just goes crazy!
I live in the UK where the wildlife is tame and the only dangerous thing out there is the exaggerated stories of ghosts in the forests by the drunk Yorkshireman standing next to me in the pub the previous evening.
There must be other people who had to get over something similar? Even though in my head, I know I'm completely safe and nothing can happen to me, but as soon as night falls – it's a raging battle in my head.

