Sundays.

Sundays are for lazy mornings l, waking up too early but just lying there in bed with the wind wafting over you through the window. It is for bacon and egg sandwiches followed by long country walks (well as much as you can get in London) in the sunshine. Looking at, being inspired by nature and the sounds it brings – birds chirping in the trees, sunshine washing over me as I strolled through the Common.

Sundays are for taking photographs and for remembering what it is like to feel alive – the wind hitting your face, squelching through mud, getting blisters ‘cos you wore the wrong shoes and avoiding puddles.

It is for idling in nature and writing your thoughts in notebooks on benches and watching the world go by.

Sundays are for making too much food in the evening and then settling down with a good murder documentary in freshly cleaned bed sheets.

And finally Sundays are for getting an early night, ready for the week tomorrow.