The Trouble With Curtain Twitchers
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. We all have friends and relatives that have become experts on the rules and they are often, sadly, unafraid to pass judgement, either personally or with the authorities.
We have become divided with the encouragement of our government.
Follow the rules, or else. See someone not following the rules, let us know.
But at no time should anyone be trusted to evaluate the risks and make sound, sensible, risk-averse decisions by themselves.
I write this as someone who recently broke the rules.
Probably.
But I took a decision that, for the sake of my mental well being, I needed to travel somewhere beyond my immediate environment and open myself up to something positive and natural and stimulating.
And safe.
With a mask and following social distancing, of course. And with no-one else around at all, actually.
I drove for no more than fifteen miles. I walked for about an hour or so. I visited an old, abandoned and forgotten railway station. And took photographs and wandered around and generally was able to pretend that I was living in a normal, non-covid world.
With no risk at all.
But I know that the curtain twitchers will have noticed. For them, the rules are everything.
And that both saddens and annoys me.
Because people can be trusted. They really can.
And we have a wonderful world out there than can bring calm and much needed peace of mind to people that badly need it right now.
