It’s the new silence that I hear the most. The trucks that I used fear cycling to training are fewer now, but there is no training or meeting with my friends either. I miss that messing, running, laughter and playing with my team; winning, losing and trying. I miss the mud, exhaustion and goodies in the club or the chicken fillet roll from the deli on the way home.

The silence reveals new noises in the clean air. I hear breezes whispering and hiding around corners as I walk. I hear so many birds and their chorus all across the day, especially at dawn.