Walking is a form of dependence on the other as every act is. Using a road and wearing shoes. Even if we go barefoot across the landscape, we are still in the chain, walking on land formed by others, a path perhaps worn accidentally, or fields more deliberately sculpted and carved by ownership. The wilds of this country are planted forests and woods, it is sand dredged up on the beach, denied its natural path around the coast. Consider the interventions of others in the place we perceive as wild and free, and the land that is owned and controlled. Outside of the city, nature, the countryside, is controlled, even if it doesn’t display a sign defining it as a royal park, or council owned recreation ground. Escape, as an idea, is flawed, as the dog walker, hounded by a police drone during lockdown will testify. Perhaps, being at one with nature, is just that, a co-dependence with it.