It was just meant to be a peaceful afternoon walk, but I made a mistake of going in a direction I'd never been before, following a path that seemed to be a good idea. I walked over a few fields and then arrived on the edge of a wood, then the path broke into four possible directions and none had a "go this way" footpath sign. (one said private). I took one of the remaining three. After five minutes I arrived at a locked gate. I retraced my tracks and headed towards the sun. After a while this path ended at the edge of woodland. So I headed in hoping to find anther path at the other end. After about half an hour I did find another track and followed that. I was in deep woodland now and could hear noises. I spotted smoke rising and saw lots of ruined outbuildings. I was in the middle of nowhere and there was life.
Now I blame watching too many horror films for the feelings I started to have. Like one of those films where you're suddenly in front of some toothless hilly-billy with a chain saw who decides to cut you up. So I turned in the opposite direction and made a quick escape.
While I was walking pheasants would fly out of the undergrowth at alarming speed and helped to build the tension that was developing. I walked for another half hour through dense ferns / nettles / brambles and eventually came to a gritted path. I followed this and ended up on the wrong side of a huge gated private fence. Luckily the gate was unlocked and I was able to "escape|" and recognised where I was, on familiar territory.
I think I'll take a map next time! And think less about the horror films
I did get a few decent shots along the way.