Every morning I’ve been waking up early and going for a walk.

And unusually, I find myself wanting to do exactly the same walk each day.

It takes me along little lanes and trails, bridleways and quiet country roads. Everything so quiet.

I often feel like I’m interrupting something.

Birds disappear into the bushes as I walk. Squirrels scramble for cover. And who knows what else is going on in there, making their hasty retreat.

I pray. I talk to God. Sometimes I’m just quiet.

It’s a lovely feeling knowing there’s nowhere to get to. Tomorrow morning I’ll get up and walk exactly the same way again.

And, if I could, I think I’d just keep walking on and on and on.