I suppose every morning you have that choice . Look out of the window - check the weather out - check the view out . At that point depending how you feel you make your mind up. Stay in bed a bit longer and hope for better weather - a better view or get up and face the day .
Todays view out of the bedroom window was the same old view . The same view I have woken up to for the last 98 days . 98 days of self isolating , keeping in , keeping safe . The same old view I have had for 6 and a half years . Punctuated by trips home and trips abroad . Perhaps I dont mind that same old view as long as I know I can get out . Even with staying alert and having a certain amount of freedom I dont get far from that same old view .
was blowing the clouds. A fresh wind . I think that just about sums it up. Forcing the clouds to race across the sky. I could have gone back to bed . Somehow I probably would have done that years ago . As a teenager full of angst I more than likely would have rolled over after dad brought me an early morning tea up to bed . As I drank it I would have heard the door closing as he left to go to work . See you at 4 I would hear him shout . He knew I would walk down to meet him from work . Or it would be see you at dinnertime . I could stay in bed all day . If it were a Saturday and today is a Saturday I knew I would have to get up. Mum would cook breakfast - sometimes cereal , sometimes a cooked breakfast . Gran would call round and join us .
Covid 19 has done many things . Made us appreciate what we have . Made us value our freedom. Brought into our lives a new language - new words. Lockdown. Covid Blue . Social
The rain that was pouring out of the sky half an hour ago had stopped . There was a break and I had to make the most of it . I knew I would have to rush and that meant around the houses rather than out into the woods . I had picked out shelter spots if it rained. Under the canopy of the shops on Edinburgh Road . Under the canopy of the shops on Allendale Road . I wondered why the road was called Edinburgh or even Allendale . We have no connections . Belfit named after the farm and the woodlands . Nethermoor obvious on a moor . Florence Road - as I walked along I wondered who Florence was . My mind was wandering between road names and sleeping in as a teenager. Mum used to get a wicker basket out ., She gave me the bus fare to catch the bus up to the next village to pick up her bread . Fresh bread was the norm then . I used to walk rather than catch the bus . That way I saved the money to spend on myself .
Staying in bed meant no homework done . Saturday was homework day . History - perhaps drawing a map of England during the Bronze Age or a diagram of Saxon crop rotation. We learned by rote then and knew the names of every king or queen - in order of accession . Perhaps my homework involved drawing a map of the Mississippi and cotton with boll weavels . The homework always had to be done .
The rain started and my thoughts returned to getting home. I got wet . But the shower was shortlived . Home for coffee and cakes . Day 98s walk has gone forever . As I looked for photographs for the blog I realised I had taken a picture months ago of house number 98. An impressive house number . At the time I had not expected to get up to 98. Funny how life has changed since then .
