I need to say here, because it brought back the memory... me and a friend once took the short cut through the fields home from the nightclub (it was a bit out in the sticks, but close to my house)... and we were terrified... not from a living person.. but because half way across we remembered that the field usually had a bull in it.
. We made it home, covered in cow shit and mud, shoes ruined, and vowed to take a cab after that.
That was the funny story....
Sadly another friend of ours not too long after this, (and I have posted about this before), decided to take the same short cut, on her own... because she couldnt be bothered to wait around for the taxi with us.
Her body was found the next day near the canal. :(
I was 18 then, and that has shaped the way I viewed my personal safety, but it has never stopped me from going to the places I want to go, I just make sure I keep my wits about me, and never left alone or with someone I didnt know.