After the storm of last night Week 13 started up with a whimper and not a bang. It is the start of another week of lock down. Foggy. Foggy in June - never been heard of before . When I started walking way back in March I felt full of enthusiam . New places to see . New things to find . Gradually I ticked the boxes off . I walked looking into gardens . Ticked off the Spring flowers . Spring flowers turned to early Summer ones . I listened to the birds . I took photographs of house numbers wondering who lived in a house with a number like this. I hunted out milestones . I searched out house number 9 so I could write about the programme Inside Number 9. I met people as I walked . March turned to April . The sunny weather made walking a pleasure . I found the allotments. I saw Batman and Spiderman on my travels . April turned to May. The grass grew longer . The walks began to run out as I covered the same old ground. By the end of May I had put the world to rights. I
had moaned about Covid 19 a lot during those walks . June and the weather changed . I walked in the rain. I walked in the damp and the cold . I counted days as if they were bingo numbers being called . I have even got to the point of thinking song titles to match the days .
Monday Monday - so good to me . Well not quite . Perhaps I dont like Mondays is more appropriate . I now know why I like motorhoming . A new view out of the window every day . Covid 19 has meant the same old view out of the window every day. Today waking at 5 oclock - yes an hour earlier than normal I looked out at the same view only I could see nothing . Just a thick blanket of fog . Not mist . It was much more than that . It really did look and feel like Winter . Silently I prayed to myself that I hoped this lockdown ends before Autumn . Autumn in Britain can be interesting - cool but pleasant . Even warm . But the thought that we are approaching the
longest day and all I could see was a few inches in front of my nose sent me into what probably can best be described as panic . Surely we wont be stuck in by October . Walking will be grim . I definately wont like Mondays, nor Tuesdays nor any days of the week if that happens.
I did not have any real intention this morning . Get coat on and get the walk out of the way . Sometimes you just feel like that and cannot muster up enthusiasm. I think it was there deep down but I was struggling to dig it up. Up the road . The fog swirled round hiding the houses from view . Clinging to the trees, to the air itself. In the distance I could see my neighbour deep in conversation with his Morning he shouted . You are up early today . Yes I replied - couldnt sleep . No point lying there wasting the day .
Down past the allotments - all empty but with a sign inviting would be allotment owners to register for a plot . The sound of silence was broken long before I saw them. A couple of girls jogging . Shouting to each other . They ran past me disappearing into the fog. Further along the walk I walked by a man on his early morning walk . Foggy morning he shouted to me. Yes foggy indeed . Unseasonal . Unpleasant . The flowers all wet , the grasses dripping with the wetness of the air and then the spiders webs.
Everywhere . The industrious creatures had been busy . Every gatepost covered in webs delicately placed to catch unsuspecting insects lost in the fog . Across every inch of hedge . Geometric shapes . The raindrops clung to them . I couldnt help but stop for a while and marvel at nature . I even forgot about the fog as they mesmerised me . Perhaps I dont hate Mondays so much after all .
