It seems every post I put on here I start off by apologising for how long it’s been since I last posted anything here, so I’m not going to mention it all now and see if that helps.
Anyway, like pretty much the whole world, I am at home and hiding from the rest of the world in general. My dog is treating every walk up in the lanes up to about mile in either direction as a completely new thing twice a day, with it having been passed by all manner of apparently lovely smells (to a dog) but I am not quite as excited by it after a month or so.
I much prefer to be on the clifftops and beaches, alternating my walks around a number of different locations, but they are a drive away. OK, mostly only four or five miles but still, we’re not meant to be going off somewhere else if we can help it and, with MS, I’m in an ‘at risk’ immune category so I am meant to be trying not to be where anyone else is. So the lanes it is.
Of course, over the last few weeks, spring has been arriving and unfurling. At the start of lockdown the hedgerows were just showing a few green buds here and there among the bare wood, now they’re walls of green with attendant blossoms and flowers, alive with busy bird and insect life.
Exploding with life in fact.