It’s good to get out. It’s only once a day, this outside exercise we’re allowed to have during the lockdown. And who knows how long it’s going to last?
The pubs’s stopped doing takeaways, the church is closed even for private prayer and the shop is dealing with one customer at a time.
I’m making the most of my exercise while I still can, up bright and early with the dogs to a place where ancient Britons sought sanctuary in times of strife. Luckily, it’s within walking distance, even though the National Trust say it’s the remotest spot in Dorset.
For the first time in days, I saw vapour trails in the sky above the hill. But also, reassuringly, an angel’s wing.
Yesterday, I saw a small boy, aged about five, with his mother in a field, sword fighting an invisible enemy. This morning he was wearing a storm trooper outfit. From six feet away, I could see the Force was strong with this one.
Listening to the news is limited to just once a day for me, as well as spending less time on social media. It’s great to share love and understanding with friends on Facebook and video message the family on WhatsApp. But I’m fed up with ridiculous conspiracy theories and crackpot suggestions on how to combat this terrible virus.
Although I do admit to wearing my Star Wars T-shirt as a form of talisman, topped by a Bristol City hoodie, even though I can’t stand football.
During my once-a-day visit to Facebook yesterday, I saw some wonderful 3D images of tigers and pandas in friends’ front rooms. Having a go with this technology, I spirited up a huge wolf in The Shed of Dreams.
It sprang up on the chair and stared out the window, obviously looking for Mr Grigg who had come in the day before and rearranged my writer’s adjective board because he was bored.
Never fiddle beneath. That’s his new motto.
That’s about it.
Love Maddie x
