I’ve recently become tired of hearing people’s words – both those of others and my own. This evening I went for a walk on the hills of the South Downs as the sun set, and it reminded me of the joy of being without words.

Just standing silently and letting the sights and sounds of nature wash over me gave me the most profound feeling of peace and belonging.

As I stood there listening, breathing and looking, I realised that no words could convey the richness and complexity of the experience of just being in that natural landscape. You can only understand it if you experience it yourself.

And I realised that this act of ‘experiencing nature’ – just appreciating the experience of existing within it – is one of the great joys of my life.