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As for the "../" "./" "../../" stuff, I've tried all of them now, ...
A few posts up I said this was terribly basic, and something you need to know. I wasn't intending (as Pandy interpreted it) to mean people shouldn't ask elementary questions; I was trying to help by making it clear that this _is_ something elementary, which it is well worth spending the time required to understand it. Should be about 10 minutes?
Unix (and its offshoots and imitations, by and large) has this notion of a tree hierarchy, and the "current directory", which is where you are at the moment in this tree. In a web script it's normally the directory holding the file being executed.
A filename "brian.php" refers to the file of that name in the current directory.
The filename "dir/brian.php" means "go to directory 'dir' (always starting from where you are, of course) and find the file brian.php. So you go _down_ the tree (away from the root!) by adding the directory name.
To go _up_ the tree, use '..' which is the parent directory. So '../../../fred/joe/fiddlesticks.html' goes up 3, and down 2 through the specified directories.
The root ("top" - software trees are always upside down!) is always represented by '/' at the beginning.
Then there _is_ an extra complication for web servers: the files on the website start with a slash after the domain name. Then it's just the same: / means the top of the *website*, '..' means the parent (from wherever you are). But the top of the website ('/' in web addresses) is not normally (ever!) the top of the file system of the server itself. And php includes refer to filenames within the whole file system (so you can access include files which you have put outside the reach of the web server, which is a Very Good Idea, Because Fewer Things Go Wrong That Way).
Anyway, if anyone is confused by that explanation, I would try to sort out their confusion, but if people keep coming along with "I've tried '..', '../..', '/../', and '//..//./', what do I need?" I think it's a bad idea to keep supplying Answers as though they were magic potions. You know what they say about men and fish (and women and bicycles, of course)...
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