I went for my first night ride last week, in a series of three woods I am not particularly familiar with,alone.
I was convinced the whole time that I was about to be torn from my bike and savaged by either a werewolf or murderes goatman.
Which was not helped by the constant russeling of the bushes around me when ever i stopped.
Within five minutes of entering the last and by far the biggest of the woods I realised I was completely lost but as it was no epping forest if I kept riding I would eventually reemerge into civilisation sooner or later.
After 45 minutes I realised I had some how managed to go in a circle as I recognised some litter from earlier.
But a further half hour later managed to escape.
Not wishing to get lost again I skirted around the edge of this wood on road, then plucked up the courage to cut back through the second wood still believing I could be savaged at any moment.
Made it out no problem to then pick up the first (closest to home) wood.
When I suddenly recalled reading an old newspaper article about a young man being bludgeoned to death in that wood about 150 years ago.
And thought sod that I really don’t need to be chased by a ghost, especially one with his head staved in.
So bottled it and continued home sticking to the roads.
I am a grown man who was genuinely fearful.
But that said, I really enjoyed the riding, well the fast paced stuff anyway ( believe me I was not hanging about), but on the slow climbs, not so much, as I felt vulnerable.
And I soon learnt not to look any way but in front as even with a small torch on my helmet every time I look sideways into the woods I expected to see something leaping from the quit close darkness to drag me off in to the woods.
Bloody imagination, decided to really get out in these woods as much as possible during the day hoping that if I know my way around them it may help.