But there's more than just exercise involved in this suggestion. It's about making contact with our environment which just doesn't happen in the same way when we're enclosed in glass and steel. Our eyes are fixed on the road ahead. Speed and attitude discourage us against unscheduled stops, from unexpected forays into lanes glimpsed from the corners of our eyes. And it's about absorption too: the sounds, sights and textures of a river bank, or looking up at buildings we normally only glance at from street level.
Writing Real Port Talbot changed me. Not just through the knowledge I gratefully gained from research and talking to people. But through walking along pavements, muddy tracks, shorelines, flyovers, steep mountainsides, lanes, through old brownfield sites, churchyards and high streets. Walking connected me, physically and emotionally, to the town and surrounding villages and landscapes in a way that books and words alone could never have.
And our town holds secrets that are often best appreciated on foot. Some are there in plain sight: