I turned right off this road and continued my journey up the street, heart racing in case of any further encounters..

I carried on with my venture, I got to the crossroads at the end of the street, my initial plan was to take a right but this would miss out a good 20 minutes of a possible detour so I changed my planned route.

I went left instead and took the much longer route, a few more streets and I was back to where I had begun.

By this time I was beginning to grow accustomed to walking comfortably in my heels and was loving the clicking the metal tips were making against the pavement and the road.