Driving past a place that I have driven past before, I realised that I had never really seen it. Noticed, yes, but never properly seen. A place so quintessentially English with it’s old-fashioned village green, church and pond.
All in Home
Driving past a place that I have driven past before, I realised that I had never really seen it. Noticed, yes, but never properly seen. A place so quintessentially English with it’s old-fashioned village green, church and pond.
This lock down thing, it gets under your skin and into your head at times.
We have become a country split down the middle and we all know people in the rule followers and rule breakers camps. Those that are terrified of everything and everyone and those that think enough is enough.
A few weeks ago I shared a photograph of a dog in a puddle.
Fun, perhaps, but nothing special I hear you say, and you would probably be right.
It’s been like winter here, proper winter, for a change.
I know we had some snow a couple of weeks back. But that lasted just a few hours before it disappeared.
And when the never ending monotony of grey and wet and generally miserable days drains your mood and slowly, insipidly, chips away at your mental health.
Where are the words, where are they, when you feel your heart swelling, reacting, in ways that just need to be shared?
It becomes the focus of my positivity or general frustration, perhaps even more so when all around seems confused and unclear.
During turbulent times we all need an opportunity to reach out and find our moment of peace.
Because in these strangest of strange times, when anxiety seems to be caused by things we would barely have considered just a short while ago, It’s probably good to embrace a little nostalgia when the opportunity appears..
If I had to make a list of my favourite things, I strongly suspect that a wood clothed in bluebells would make an appearance.
But, as the current world pandemic appears to be driving so many of us back to nature and the attractions of a simpler way of life, I fear that I may just have created a natural successor.
And now, today, it would appear, I have found out that during a lock down in a busy house, there really is nowhere to hide when you need to.
I heard those words earlier from someone known for their positive outlook on life.
What do you do when one member of a grown up, locked down, family decides that the rules don't apply to them?
And to have the time to do things that you rarely get to do can be an unexpected opportunity.
A global lock down of a kind we only thought possible in second rate sci-fi novels and late night “straight to DVD” movies on obscure cable channels.