It took almost a week for the jet lag to subside and the temperature to cool enough for me to do my first Australian run but it has happened. I ran down to Sydney Harbour Bridge, under the bridge and round Circular Quay to the Opera House then back again. It was early evening, still warm out and the lights of the city were shining.

I’m thousands of miles from friends and family but for half an hour while running I was at home. Putting one foot in front of the other, the simple act of running is such a familiar sensation that it became comforting. Not so much wherever I lay my hat, but wherever I lace up my trainers – that’s my home…ish.