By Mark B. Oliver

Justin shivered, as the wind whipped around him. Instinctively he pulled his parka hood further across his face, he was very cold, and very lost.

'Thank heavens the moon's bright,' he muttered to himself as he glanced upwards. The moonlight cast eerie shadows around the forest he had been trudging through for hours.

'Mum is never gonna let me forget this,' he sighed. After all, she had warned him not to go hiking alone. 'Poor Mum, she's probabl...