My compatriots for Wild Night Out were Nick, Tim and Steve. I was the only girl as the two others who were meant to join us couldn’t make it, but I was made an honorary member of ‘boys on tour’! I think I may have caused a bit of scandal in the village by walking up the hill with four boys and a bottle of Prosecco though...

On #WildNightOut2018 I slept on a Wainwright called Hallin Fell above Ullswater in my bivvy bag and mother nature was kind, it was a lovely still night with just a very light breeze and I witnessed a beautiful moon-rise from the horizon shortly after sundown.

This year, we got married a week before Wild Night Out, so the day fell during what was essentially our honeymoon week! We stayed at home for the week after our wedding, too exhausted to holiday away from home, but we filled the week with lots of nice outings - including a wild camp out for WNO.

Last year, I tried bivvying for the first time. It was such a great experience, so when I saw WNO advertised this year, I thought I would arrange a bivvy myself.

For my WNO I took part in the Cotswold Way Challenge – a 100km Ultramarathon run from Bath to Cheltenham. The furthest I’d ever run before was 52km so it was always going to be a massive challenge and I wanted to it have purpose.

There’s nothing I enjoy more than going out on a microadventure with my 6 year old– her excitement and enthusiasm at being a little bit wild is so beautifully pure. Of late she has expressed an interest in getting her friends to join in so this year’s Wild Night Out seemed like a great opportunity to rope in Claudia, one of her BFFs (along with her Dad), on a night of adventure.

Our Wild Night Out adventure in Wiltshire may have only been in our back garden, but for our family camping is always a challenge and a half. Dad has military related PTSD and Mum has diaphragm paralysis and needs to use a BiPap ventilator for sleeping. Therefore ‘Spontaneity’ and ‘Organisation' go hand in hand for Team Lovett!

My Wild Night Out actually became a 'Wild Art-ternoon' and took place roughly 10 minutes walk from where I live in Somerset. I had planned to sleep out in my hammock, but I couldn't get my dog to get into it and the place I chosen had a massive badger set…

Arriving at my chosen spot, which the farmer had conveniently recently mown, I pitched my tent behind a thick clump of bracken and settled in for the night. The woodland just behind me has a large badger population, but disappointingly, I didn’t see or hear any of them.