“Now that was magnificent,” I thought to myself, as I savoured that last bite of my cheese and pickle butty. When I go lone hiking - my very own head space time - it has to be a cheese and pickle butty accompanied by a packet of beef flavoured crisps.

Just as I was about to open the crisps, I had that feeling you get when you think somebody was watching me. And as I looked up, there they were. Black, hungry eyes peering at me through a head of white hair, a pack of wolves who had chances upon me on their daily explore.

Weirdly, the first thing that I did was say, “Hi,” even if it was more of a squeak. Panic set in which just made me freeze on the spot I was sat at. As they edged ever so slowly nearer, that’s when fear took over. My mouth was bone dry, perspiration ran freely down my neck and my hand began to shake, causing the crisps to rustle which only increased the wolves’ curiosity.

As I slowly got to my feet, eyes never leaving their focus on them, they tapped quickly towards me with one letting off a yelp that only seemed to increase the packs’ speed. I threw the crisps towards them, turned and ran for my life with no thought for anything other than getting to the clearing where my car was and never returning here again.