So last night the lock down was extended. By another three weeks.
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.
Even in black and white times it is hard to resist a splash of colour when you find one.
We have been seeing things in black and white, lately, I have noticed
How can it be that, sometimes, an action so normal and straight forward seems able to take on a life of its own and become the most difficult thing to complete?
We are said to be the most social of animals, yet we must now find a way to avoid being true to our nature.
I am drawn to the quiet. To the rundown. To the old and historic, yes, but places away from where the tourists disembark their coaches. Places that are a little rough, perhaps, and those that have, almost certainly, experienced brighter times and better days.
Heavy set clouds hanging low over rolling, grey / green fields of winter-short grass, lazily dancing in time to the wind, swirling up through a gap in the cliffs way down below by the beach.
Authentic.
A simple word that means genuine, not false or copied
And as a way of introducing Neil, I can’t help but think that it’s close to perfect.
Sometimes, from a certain angle, people look no different to lampposts and bollards.
And, as is often the way with a beginning like this, once she had actually been seen, well, she just seemed to stay seen.
Unexpectedly, if I am being honest, as the grey and overcast weather had seemed set for the season. But blue skies appeared and so did the people. It was that kind of day.
And when the weather got wetter and wilder, it drove me inside to dry out and warm up. I chose the nearest and most convenient place and, by chance or by luck, take your pick, it also happened to be the coolest.