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Published: April 22nd 2020
I won't lie to you. My brain was Ok this morning - accepting the fact that a walk was on the way after breakfast . It also knew that today was shopping day . The day of a telekit from work. It was my feet that were complaining . Complaining loudly at that . It was an effort to force them out of bed and out into the car to head off for the combined early morning walk and shop. Ziggy the car has only been out 5 times during the lockdown. Four for shopping and one trip out to pick up cement . It was a strange experience starting her up and listening to her growling engine. A strange experience heading for my walk . I promised I wouldn't lie . The pictures on the blog are not of my walk today . They are of a walk I did a few days ago . Today I walked the industrial side of the A61. Parking up Ziggy I left my bags on the front seat ready for shopping and headed off . Past the tyre fitting bays , the car mechanics , Vodka Kick factory and an Halal meat producer
. Past the old sports fields now covered in housing . The gardens tiny . Many cars parked up . My walk took me down paths between the houses . Broken fences , unkempt gardens . I longed to walk in the countryside .
There was some beauty there. A green wet area full of Ladys Smock . That light lilac colour looked pretty in the early morning sunshine . Delicately blowing in the wind. My walk took me down the lane to the allotments . At this allotment there were no signs of life . I came out by the war memorial where I stopped for a few minutes to read the names on the plinth . A moment to stop and think was needed .
Across the park to the swimming pool . Through the windows the place was dead. The water still. No sign of life . To get to my starting point I had only a short distance to travel . I passed the old police station and the Wesleyan Chapel. It was not the most inspiring of walks .
It was now time to queue for the weekly shopping . There was
already a few queuing when I got there. 20 minutes of people watching . Slowly but surely the queue grew . Some wore blue masks . Others looked like the Lone Ranger . Social distancing was being followed with each of us standing the necessary distance apart . The smiley faces on the floor showed us where to stand . Exactly at 8 on the dot the doors opened and the snail trail of humans headed for the door where we were issued with sanitised shopping trolleys . The one way system was almost working. Almost as some seemed unable to keep to it and crossed the paths of those going in the opposite direction . The shelves were reasonably stocked . Very little flour - everyone must be home baking . Everything else in good supply .
At home today was telekit day . Forty five minutes of update from work . What is work I wondered ? I had forgotten about it during this lockdown.
I won't lie to you today . The excitement of the day was seeing the carrots coming through . Tonight I might go out and watch the night sky . Tomorrow
I will be out in the country again .
Covid Blue - what is that all about ? It is about colours . We probably started off with red, blue , yellow and not much else . Over time the names of colours have increased . During my walk I thought about them - Pillar Box Red , BMC racing Green , Teal Green, Olive Green , Royal Blue , Cambridge Blue, Royal Blue the list goes on . As I walked I added another colour to my list . Crushed Strawberry - now I was going off piste . Why Covid blue? What was Covid Blue ? A chance conversation with a fellow travelblogger. He commented on whether Covid Blue described a state of mind . Thinking deeply about it - yes it does and in future when we feel especially blue then the description of that state of mind will be that we are suffering from the Covid Blues . Thankyou to my friend the travelblogger for putting that new colour of an emotion into my vocabulary . It may get used a lot over the next few weeks .
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