A man on a train told me to go back to where I’m from – and so I did. Walking alone in nature, I felt liberated from prejudice
I was sitting on a stage inside a tent recently, surrounded by the mountains and valleys of the beautiful Brecon Beacons national park, and gazing out into a sea of hundreds of faces – audience members, mostly silhouetted.
“Put your hand up if you’re a person of colour,” I said.
