CV19 The Daily record Friday May 22nd 2020.
60 days in lockdown 60!!!
As I write 60 days of lockdown above, I think we (Ian & I) are not really in lockdown, certainly not at present. I think about the people that are in real lockdown. Those that have to be shielded cannot leave their own homes and possibly cannot even enjoy going onto the garden when there are neighbours around. OK so we can’t go to the pub, meet friends, go on holiday or many of the things we normally do, but imagine not being able to leave your home for anything, not even be able to nip to the shop for a pint of milk, for 60 days or venture into your garden. This is the reality for many people.
Now I feel guilty about writing what a lovely day we had yesterday. Firstly we went over to Great Missenden to a Plant nursery that I have been waiting to reopen. It was a very windy day but a blue sky and wispy clouds made a perfect backdrop to the colourful garden. We enjoyed wandering around for a while it is not very big but so nice to be somewhere different. There were only a few people at the nursery so we could wander around freely and purchased some lovely plants. We wanted to go up to Coombe Hill for a walk but decided that it would be too windy. We scooted back home packed up a quick picnic and headed off to Hambledon. Parking in THAT car park where Sarah & I had our handbags stolen over 25 years ago!!, we walked down to the weir.
There were a few people around, loads of cyclists (who feel like they own the footpaths) so distancing was high on the agenda. We found a quiet spot overlooking the weir, ate our rolls and crisps (no pop or ginger beer) some Mallards looked longingly at Ian for a few scraps, you are out of luck there duckie. We topped it off with some of the strawberries we bought from the farm shop yesterday, delicious. It was such a nice thing to do, lovely to be out. We walked a while towards Henley until the wind really got the better of us and we retraced our steps.
Some Cygnets were up by the weir and tiny Mallards ducklings squeaked out little quacks as they paddled past us, accompanied by a worried mummy duck.
There were no boats on the river, the river levels have not been good for many months and the virus means no one is allowed to overnight on a vessel. The locks are sealed off but the lock keeper was around. Some canoeists were making the most of the high water levels thundering over the weir but we could not linger to watch as passing places over the bridge were too tight and some people could not be polite enough to wait for people to cross. We also notice that a lot of people here do not speak, say thank you or pass the time of day, must be day-trippers!
The Blue Tit chicks are still in residence and I think have got far too comfortable in that nest, being fed every two minutes. However with this wind they are better off staying put as they might get blown away. Not sure their wings would be strong enough to cope just yet.
The NUFC saga continues but it seems that it will go through very soon. Then I will be driven mad with the resurgence of football mania in the house.
We had a Vietnamese style salad for dinner with some bits and bobs that needed using up in the fridge.
Other points.
It’s a bank holiday weekend; once this wind dies down I expect people will be flocking outdoors.
Ian and I will in the main be staying well out of the way. I don’t expect that there will be much to report on so I wont be diarising until Tuesday unless something of note happens.
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