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Published: April 26th 2020
Two for the price of one
What is up those steps ? Number 10
Thankyou to my travelblog friend (you know who you are ) for introducing the colour Borage Blue to my collection of colours . She told me that the plant I struggled finding a name for yesterday was Borage . An electric blue and a stunning plant .
Another weekend has come around . Is it now 35 days of lockdown? . I have to count on my fingers No its 37 I think . I have lost track. Each day feels like a Sunday in the 1950's and 60's . I am truly bored with my walk this morning . I have almost exhausted the pathways. I skirt the village the other way round just to vary the feel of the walk . The government are talking of using a phone app to track Covid 19 . If we download it we can see where we have been and if we have accidently gone into Covid hotspots . Fine if you want to be tracked but I wondered how well it would work . Civil Liberties will be out of the woodwork before the app hits your phone.
Having given some thoughts to tracking I returned to thinking of
how far I had walked over the last 37 days . Had I got to Wales yet ? I have probably covered 120 miles or more and never left the confines of our home area. Sunday morning feel - that was today all over . Up early . No plans . I hated Sundays in the 60's . Cup of tea and biscuit brought up by my dad to my bedroom . Breakfast - full english . Bacon, egg, sausage , black pudding and fried bread . Fried in bacon fat . Why were we never unhealthy with a diet like that ? My walk even though through a housing estate was quiet . No-one out . Perhaps they were having a Sunday morning feeling and laying over rather than rising and walking . After breakfast church . No shops open . If you didnt have what you wanted hard luck . You had to wait until Monday . It was not really a hardship . Just a reality of life . This thinking is better than looking in other folks gardens .
The Archers . The story of everyday farming life . Talk to a 50 something and
they will be able to tell you where Ambridge is . They will be able to whistle or hum the theme tune . It was a staple in our house on a Sunday morning as dad cooked the Sunday roast . Into the garden to pick carrots , peas, beans and lift enough potatoes for the creamiest mash I had ever tasted . The best roasties and the finest mint sauce . Dad had the knack of cutting cabbage and shredding it finely cooking with butter and pepper . Mum produced the pudding - apple pie , sometimes rice pudding . Then on went the radio again . The Light programme and Two way family favourites which later became three way family favourites . Requests made for popular music to be played for serving military in Germany, Gibraltar, Hong Kong and Malta . Sunday School followed by homework. That essay for English needed to be written. Some sewing required on the lap bag, the cookery apron or sleeves inserted in a blouse . A map to be drawn showing the density of sheep in Australia . That was Sunday . The pubs were closed in Wales. It all felt a
world away. A time long forgotten but yet Corona Virus has brought so many of these memories sharply back into focus . What will the next week or month bring to us ? More lockdown and a sad Gabby sitting on the drive . She will be freed from her confinement sometime . Sometime soon I hope .
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