It's as if we have been hidden away for such a long time and, now that the door had been unlocked and left open, people are too scared to step outside again.
All in Lock Down
It's as if we have been hidden away for such a long time and, now that the door had been unlocked and left open, people are too scared to step outside again.
The sun shone, we drove to the sea and were actually allowed to behave like normal people for a while. It wasn’t warm but seriously, this is England, who cares?
Because we are not the large bank balance, the expensive house or the new car. We are not even the exam results or the job title or the company that employs us.
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.
It was the stillness that mattered the most, he believed, not the silence that so many people thought they needed.
And when I look out of my window, well, I can’t help but recall Christmas Eve memories that seem to so much brighter and more joyous that how we are spending this one.
Our world of grey, of depressingly cancelled pre-Christmas delight, of tiers and bubbles and of no physical contact, is feeling today exactly as it looks.
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.
At first you probably won’t notice and that’s ok.