Opinion Mid-life Crisis: ‘There’s a reason I fit here – this is where my people make sense’
I was finally understanding what people are talking about when they talk about running. I was running around through woods, across dunes, on to beaches. I knew roughly where I was at all times, but not exactly. Each turn in the path I came to, each fork in the road, each entrance to a beach, I was making decisions. Go this way and that way, go up here a bit, suss it out, back down, maybe I can get back by going this way. There was only one rule. Do not cut the Japanese knotweed. And there were enough signs to remind me of that – and besides, I didn’t have any equipment on me. I was humming, vibrating with the landscape and the surroundings.