It was the noise, I realised, of the grinding engines, the coughing ignitions, a car idling on the pavement, clouding me in fumes while the driver listened to the radio. It was a daily assault on my mental health, and I had only just clocked it.
My feelings reached a peak last winter. Cars dictated a lot of my day, including what cafes I sat in, what roads I walked down, where I went on holiday.
