I walk a lot. I love stopping and looking at the sky. I love the calming serenity of blue sky

but clouds make it look more interesting:

The sky is humbling. The childlike sense of awe and wonderment I feel when I look up is magical. Looking up helps me feel more upbeat. It takes me out of myself and reminds me of the vastness and enormity of the world. Looking at the sky diminishes my problems so much so that I forget them every time I go out.

I’m a bigger fan of blue skies and sunshine but even being out under this

changes my outlook. I think being alone in open spaces is some of the best medicine available.

The sky changes every day, every minute, every second. Cloud contours are fascinating.

On the rare occasion I find myself in a city, I look up as much as possible

City streets and pavements are spat on, scattered with litter and dotted with spent chewing gum. Looking up is better, a reminder that the countryside isn’t so far away.

The architecture in towns and cities often goes unnoticed

but not if you keep an eye on the sky. We walk around town with furrowed brows or glued to phones so smart, they know us better than we know ourselves.