I’m walking down the hill in the light rain on my own, the light fading, my phone battery dead. The last thing Beth and Mark had said was their house was down here... look for the scaffolding on the barn, the peace sign... but I can’t see it anywhere.

Just got off the phone with Garf and Dave who have told me they don’t know where they are, but they are stuck at the bottom of a steep concrete driveway, wheels spinning and Maya (our caravan) ain't going nowhere.

Somehow, a day into our month long tour, I’m wandering down a hill in the middle of nowhere, have lost the caravan (which is stuck and needs towing!) and I have no way of contacting anyone!!

What if this is the wrong road, how far do I wander down until I turn back... and then what? How will I find the guys? And Beth and Mark were expecting us an hour ago... there the wine is flowing, the candles are lit, there is even incense in the loo, a steaming hot tub and food being prepared.

There it is! That’s scaffolding. And the peace flag. Seconds later I’m inside Beth and Mark's beautiful courtyard and meeting people in the bustle of their kitchen; kids playing, glasses being clinked and they have a Discovery and a phone charger. We call Dave and Garf - we’re coming to get you boys! Minutes later we’re there towing Maya up the hill, rope stretched to breaking point, wheels slipping and burning on the concrete, just making it, high fives, laughter... a great way to arrive!

The Unlit tour feels like it has officially begun.