Surfacing this morning was difficult . It is a work day today . Last night we had a frost . Not a heavy one . Not the sort of frost you get in the Winter . Not the sort of frost that you have to scrape off the car windscreen. But a frost nevertheless . The sort of frosty night that comes around now and again in May.
It is shopping day and I had no plan . The shop opens are 8 . There will be a queue. I tried to think where to walk . The time was ticking away and I still had no plan . The shopping bags were out . The shoes were on. The car started up and off I set .Still with no plan. Petrol - I need fuel . I did not actually need any. The last time the car was fuelled up was the 19th March and it was still half full. I drove in and drove out . I was not in the mood for pay at the pump. The price of petrol has dropped since lockdown . Petrol £1.03 a litre. The cheapest for a long time just when
you don't need it . Always happens that way . In Shropshire one garage is selling unleaded at 93p a litre . Never been heard of for years. Will Scotland still want Independence when the price of oil is so low ?
The shop opened early this morning. I had not been aware of that so it was a pleasant surprise . No queuing. Me and a handful of shoppers . For the first time in weeks shopping was almost a pleasure .
By 9.30 i was out and heading for a circuit or two of the Lido . I had found a pathway all the way round . Round and round I walked . The world and his dog were out. Joggers. So many of them . Remind me tomorrow to get up early and get out before the world wakes up. I lost myself in the woods getting nettled as I walked . What was worse? . Joggers or nettles I wondered. Joggers I think . I had to get away from them . I found yet another path . Climbing the style I could see the countryside in the distance . The trees looked inviting
. The tiny path snaked through the long grass . Downhill I found myself on my own. I crossed the Trickett Brook yet again . Twice and then found a problem . The path ran alongside a house . The homeowner had locked the gate . A handmade sign suggested I did not enter. No choice but to turn around and climb the hill home . I sympathised with the owner but the other half of me felt it an outrage that the right of free rambling was being violated .
7000 steps later plus three tomato plants and I was home . I found a local gardener selling tomato plants . With my arms carefully cherishing the tomato plants I returne home for coffee and orange profiteroles. The sky by now was vivid blue. We could have our coffee outside . A single plane flew overhead . High in the sky its vapour trail etched a white line across the blueness that looked as if it went on forever .
. From frost to blue skies in just over an hour . Work though was calling . A chat with my manager . A telekit . A
phone that crackled and I could not hear a thing . A battery that died part way through the telekit . Skype and risk assessments to be done. But that is a job for tomorrow .
Will life ever be the same again? Work may not be . Jobs that we did may be moved somewhere else . No signs that gyms or swimming pools are opening any time soon . Just when you think you won't hear or see anything of Covid 19 it rears its ugly head up. A death reported in our village . That has been kept very quiet .
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