This weekend I am staying in the countryside, about an hour and half train journey from London in a village called Bedingfield. There is something quite extraordinary and strange about waking up during the night, opening your eyes and it being completely dark (you may as well have not opened your eyes). Darkness, pitch blackness (especially with the curtains drawn and an overcast night). Your eyes trying hard to adjust searching for some source of light. No street lights, neon signs, traffic lights, stray light from other houses.