One night in rural Wexford, walking back from the pub/golf club to my pal’s aunt’s house. We couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. We eventually got to the house but because it was pitch black and we were quite inebriated, we couldn’t work out how to open the door with all it’s locks, it was hard enough finding the door and the spare key which was hidden under one of many garden ornaments. My pal had given up and was bedding down on the front lawn (well I think it was the lawn). I wouldn’t give up and eventually got into the house, I was so relieved.
As I’m from the inner suburbs of Brum, I’d never experienced it ever been that dark before, when I was a kid, you were lucky if you could point out the North star.