So, another 3 weeks of staying in. If it was winter I am sure we would be really grateful but with the sun shining and some hot days (in Northampton) it is frustrating to be as my Dad would say ‘confined to barracks’. I know it is to save lives but I do worry about the longer term impact on the mental health of the nation being kept at home, separated from family and friends and the lack of social, face to face interaction with work colleagues and routines. The thought of people dying without their family around them and then being deprived of a funeral where family and friends can pay their last respects is morally wrong and sad. I have days when I am very angry. Usually at the government who I think lie to us most of the time. Refusing to be drawn on an exit plan is worrying. People like to have some certainty in their lives and although we are told there is a light at the end of the tunnel we have no idea when or how we are going to reach it and I suspect neither do they. As my family and friends will know, I don’t like being told what to do. My sister and I spoke about this earlier in the week. Our Dad always said that this was a Rutherford family trait. We didn’t like being told and we didn’t like the person telling us. And he was right. Rant over.
I did my first wheel yoga session and managed to fall off it and bang my shin. My beautiful wooden yoga wheel has changed from an object of great beauty to an instrument of torture. I have decided yoga is a dangerous sport. The latest craze amongst my fellow yogis is to see how long a headstand can be maintained. I am not going there as it will end in disaster. I can’t do the headstand never mind maintain it. If you want to have a laugh watch Gordon, Gino and Fred Road Trip Episode 3 where they are doing goat yoga. I ‘kid’ you not. It is one of the funniest things I have seen on TV for ages.
The Easter weekend was long and boring. A walk in the park and sitting in the garden just didn’t cut it. Four full days of nothingness. It was my birthday on Easter Sunday and it passed by as just another day. Some FaceTime calls from family helped but it would have been good to go out for a meal somewhere to celebrate.
It is not all doom and gloom. The birds in the park are still very happy. I heard some skylarks today when I went to the farm shop. First time this year. My horse chestnut continues to unfurl its summer finery and the candles are beginning to explode.
The bluebells are starting to bloom but the nearby park’s offering is poor compared to the ones in Bothal Woods (right hand image taken in 2018).
My walk is around a park called Bradlaugh Fields. It is huge and I alter my route every time. It is 60 hectares of meadowland, hedgerows and trees. Every time I go, I see something different. I found this large, grassed area with clusters of trees which was empty of people. Bliss. Yesterday I heard a woodpecker but couldn’t find it in the trees.
Sometimes it is the simple things that make me feel happy to be alive. I saw this dandelion clock and was struck by its beauty.
A speckled wood butterfly alighting on a plant. A man in the neighbouring allotments asked me if the butterfly had smiled when I took the photograph. That made me laugh.
It is a park that keeps on giving. No words necessary.
I have read a lot of books – the last week has seen me polishing off The Long Call by Ann Cleeves, Without a Trace by Mari Hannah, Strangers by C L Taylor and Big Sky by Kate Atkinson. All great reads if you are looking for something to keep you occupied.
As for my own writing… You would think having all this time on my hands I would have turned into a frenzied writer locked in my tower rattling off thousands of word a day. It is not happening. I want to literally tear it up and start again with something different. It has been fermenting for so long it has gone off. I am going to change genres and see what happens. Watch this space…at least for the next 10 years.
I hope you are all staying well and safe.