‘Hey Shorty!’ I heard someone shout behind me. A course figure lumbered into view. I couldn’t tell whether it was a man or a woman, but s/he was definitely calling me.

‘I need a lift to work’ said she, for indeed this was a woman. ‘You’re heading for the car park, so I expect that you can give me one’.

With no public transport from the nearby housing estate into town, I appreciated that anyone without a car would struggle with a commute. I agreed to the stranger’s request, happy to take biscuits as the fare.

It all seemed a fair exchange until my passenger gave me dodgy directions – and the pair of us ended up lost together in a remote Scottish highland glen.