On a country road in the dark of night, valour should always give way to discretion

Continuing his series on memorable walks and pathways, Will Gore recalls a foolhardy decision that left him struggling unseeingly in the woods

Stumbling over roots and rabbit holes in the pitch dark can leave one feeling somewhat like an idiot (Getty/iStock)

Commuting isn’t fun.

It is the necessary quid pro quo of some majorly good things – but in and of itself, there is little to recommend the daily to-ing and fro-ing into the capital.

When trains are badly disrupted it becomes a particular bind, as you work out how close you can get to home, and how prematurely concluded journeys can be completed.