Here I am again, doing cross country through the frost and green grass. The man says go and everyone starts running with all the heavy mud stuck onto their shoes to carry on slowly so they don't loose their breath. It gets colder and colder and everyone starts getting slower and slower, I finally stop to have a breath because I was tired, and that's when I spotted a mysterious abandoned caravan camouflaged behind all the long trees. I carry on walkingvery slowly staring at the caravan to see if there were any movement or anything happening but there was nothing.