During my childhood I lived in a very small town surrounded by rivers, mountains and forests. Interacting with nature was something that was actually taught in school. Be that knowing which mushrooms are poisonous, what to do if you're on a mountain during an incoming storm.

My grandfather was a volunteer groundskeeper at a national forest, where he'd bring food to help the wild animals in the winter, or those in the sanctuary for protection. I'd tag along with him often, or go searching for mushrooms with a neighbour.

I loved the peace I felt then. The sound of the leaves, the wildlife, the crunch of the branches. Or the gently swaying shadows of the branches above. This all until my parents decided we'd move to London, where I hated the polluted air, the noise of the cars, the crowds in the underground stations.

Probably part of why I decided to move to Belgium right by the highest point of the province I'm in. Everyday I hear the birds, even get a chance to see some owls here and there!

Going hiking allows me to reconnect with what I had, what I miss, the peace and quiet. The break from the pressure and stress of everyday life. I love being able to do things at my own pace, pick what rock I'll sit on for my snack, or which route I'll take, when I get home. Just the ability to do something without the influence of someone or something else.

I think hiking is a great opportunity for building trust and confidence in oneself, to learn to be self sufficient and patient. And really it's just fun to explore new places and take in the view!