Living in Lockdown
Since coming back from India, just over three weeks ago the world has slowly ground to a halt.
The past 24 hours seem to have taken an age. Like never ending childhood summers, without the fun. I read somewhere that because those days were so packed with new experiences and our brains had so much to do, and it was this that made time expand.
Now that everything is ‘unknown’. Each day is different. There is no normal.
My brain has clearly had so much to do it feels time is standing still.
Today, the first day of ‘UK lockdown’. Luckily I live in a small town, Kendal on the edge of the Lake District. I can walk straight out of my door and up a hill. So most of my daily exercise trip was in splendid isolation. With the few people I met we performed this weird dance, knowing where we should be, 2m away, but not quite sure who was going to move where. All very respectfully done. There’s plenty of space here.
So I’m heartily glad that I’m not cooped up in a high rise block in London as my son is. Apparently you can run through Docklands without too much trouble, but as of yesterday he reported crazy panic buying was still going on.
And I’ve been doubly lucky in having some really good weather the past few weeks and managed to get out on the hills for a few hikes.
Desperately trying to get my fitness up under the misapprehension that over the weekend I’d be in the Peak District with a Bronze DofE Group and Thursday in the Lakes assessing a Gold.
Can’t help thinking how lovely it would have been for the kids. Keswick to Buttermere would have been the first leg and what weather we are having, as it was just a couple of weeks ago.
Hopefully everyone will follow the new rules of life and we will make this hiatus as short as possible.
And in the meantime I can play with photos without feeling any guilt that there is so much more I should be doing…..