Working from home during lockdown saves me and my carbon footprint a daily 1.5 h commute and I have more flexibility with when and how I start my day.
Some mornings just beckon a walk along the river! And today, I was rewarded with the magic sparkle of a light frost on bluebells and mist over the water.
One year of lockdown in England.
I feel grateful for my health and that of my family, however far away.
I feel grateful for the beauty of nature around me.
I feel grateful for all the amazing things people do to support each other.
I’m lucky. still. today.
The light is beautiful.
I seize the moment and extend my morning outing with my dog to a walk along the river.
I am rewarded by the touch of morning sun on my face and two owls calling in the ancient woodland on the Devon bank.
A snipe flits off, startled.
Happiness comes from feeling gratitude for the moments of connecting with nature.
I smile.
Almost like a watercolour painting.
Only better: it’s real.
A little farther than strictly local, I stretched my range a little beyond 7 miles to enjoy a good walk along the Cornish coast.
Beautiful, uplifting, entertaining and even more so because I enjoyed this scene with a friend and our dogs.
The violets are out today,
perhaps to greet all who nurture (it is mother’s day in the UK),
perhaps to delight those who stop and notice,
and certainly to just be.
Full circle.
Buds are breaking and soon, apples and cherries will be in blossom again.
We will have been in various forms of lockdown for a year.
Hope for experiencing living in a community again, seeing friends and family again, go places and travel again, is growing in me, as I booked my Covid-19 vaccinations today.
May we share it globally with all who want it!
It’s good for my spirit to be near (or on) the sea.
The horizon, the sound, the smell and the breeze!
…and things to discover…
Blue sky, sunshine and a fresh wind in my face: happy moments and feeling alive.
Last day of January and heavy rain.
I’m walking my dog.
What is there to enjoy?
First, I’m moving, breathing, my senses function.
Second, there is beauty in detail: texture, colour, form.
Just look!
After long grey day a lighter cloud cover allows an intermittent and welcome view of the moon and stars.
Caradon Hill is just about 7 miles from my parish, and what’s good enough for Boris is good enough for me (well, I’ll restrict that to distance permitted to venture from home during lockdown, nothing else).
So off I went and enjoyed rambling over to the Cheesewring, avoiding paths and and taking a long route back via the Hurlers, a neolithic monument of three circles of standing stones.
Good air, spectacular views and space!
Plenty of industrial heritage, too: abandoned granite quarries with the sleepers of their tramlines more or less intact and engine houses that serviced the metal mining industry of the late 19th and early 20th centuries partially ruined.
The only industry that remains today is hill farming, and who knows how long that will survive now, without EU grants and subsidies?
There are some good things about winter.
One is that you don’t have to get up at 4:30 to see a great sunrise.
And during lockdown, all is quiet at 7:30.
Beautiful!
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