The writer Virginia Woolf walked as a cure to depression—and often she came up with scenes and plots for her books during her walks, says Kerri Andrews in her book Wanderers.
“Oh, the joy of walking,” Woolf once wrote. “I’ve never felt it so strong in me…the trance like swimming, flying through the air, the current of sensations and ideas and the slow, but fresh change of colour. All this churned up into a fine thin sheet of perfect calm happiness.”