The air around me seems so blue, I feel like I am breathing in the distant colour of the haze. An embarrassingly bright running jacket is now tied around my waist, as I heat up, as the fields and paths heat up. With increasingly damp feet, I run through fields of wet grass, alongside the footprints of someone who has got their earlier than me. This time of day feels like it is mine, a secret place. I feel more at ease in the quiet before the noise of my immediate world begins and the sensory overload kicks in that we all have to absorb daily. If I am lucky, and early enough, I glimpse the big red fox at Bone Valley.

‘Out of Place’ refers to how I feel about my roots, where I live, where I come from, how at home I feel in the place(s) I live in. I often have one foot here, one foot, there, straddle two or more places, and am unsure where I am. Walking is the way I feel at home in a place and develop a sense of belonging.