I stared across the scrubby moorland, occasional speckles of yellow gorse and violet sprays of heather being the only splash of colour in this barren area. Fierce wind howled and screamed across the landscape, whipping my tangled hair around my face, sending the long straggles streaming out behind me, wrenching any plant that dared grow any higher than five inches above the coarse earth out by the roots. There were no trees in sight. My ear drums pounded.

My eyes were dark, my thoughts reflective of this barren scene. I shrieked along with the roaring wind, liking that there was not a soul within at least five miles. I was all alone, how I had longed for it to be.