Sunday 12th April 2020, 2.50pm (day 3,153)
I imagine that, worldwide, a few board games are being dragged from the dusty corners of cupboards where they have resided for some years. Or in the case of this Campaign game, decades.
Being 42
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Permitted exercise
Saturday 11th April 2020, 11.05am (day 3,152)
This family are doing the sensible thing, as was I this morning. Our overall physical and mental health is vital and needs care. No social distancing guidelines have been violated in the creation of this photograph. And yes, it’d probably be nicer if the shrub wasn’t there, but you can’t have everything.
Squirrel portrait
Friday 10th April 2020, 2.05pm (day 3,151)
More fauna: it came down to a choice between this rodent and a butterfly today, as nature gets on with its stuff while we’re all stuck at home. I like this squirrel’s happy little face — it looks a bit like the way aliens are often depicted, with its big eyes and pointy nose.
Joe welcomes the new arrival
Thursday 9th April 2020, 12.45pm (day 3,150)
When in prison, the arrival of the mail is always a big event. Joe gets his major input of the day with the delivery of the latest in a series of information processing devices. Well, there’s not much else to spend money on at the moment.
Plum blossom
Wednesday 8th April 2020, 3.20pm (day 3,149)
One thing to be thankful for at the moment is that we have a garden, and now, the fact that it is a few minutes’ walk from the house is a boon rather than a burden. The plum tree has blossomed well: maybe this will be one of its glut years.
Stuck inside
Tuesday 7th April 2020, 1.20pm (day 3,148)
The media narrative is that however safely we behave, we are not to be allowed outdoors. Like this new sprig of kale we are condemned to watch spring unfold outside, from behind glass. On the other hand this plant is probably more likely than us to get out before May: assuming we are permitted to take it up to the garden and transplant it, anyway.
I’m trying on here not to sound too bitter, but it’s not easy. These are bad times. If anyone in the future feels like looking back on this last month (and the month, at least, which is surely to come) with any kind of nostalgia or wistfulness then they will deserve all the contempt they receive.
King of his castle
Monday 6th April 2020, 3.35pm (day 3,147)
Happily, the sun has come out. Sadly, the people have not. So here is more birdlife: there is little else to bring variety at this time. This jackdaw was determined to get the best vantage point in his immediate area, and seems to have succeeded.
This place be ours now
Saturday 4th April 2020, 11.15am (day 3,145)
That ominous crumbling, shattering sound you hear from behind closed doors is your local economy. This square, on a Saturday morning, should not be inhabited only by ducks. And even they’re missing their usual benefits. These two were responding to a rumour that bread was being handed out by the old bridge.
Scallop shell
Friday 3rd April 2020, 11.05am (day 3,144)
Expect a number of these rather random shots to emerge on here while we are under house arrest. (For that is what it is.) However, I do like the feeling that this shell is glowing with warmth while the rain comes down outside the window behind. And with time on my hands I did randomly look at Wikipedia and it’s actually amazing how much there is to learn about the humble scallop. They can live for twenty years you know. And then end up as ashtrays, or whatever.
Heptonstall Church(es)
Thursday 2nd April 2020, 1.35pm (day 3,143)
For obvious reasons none of the present run of photos are being taken very far away from one another. This one looks across the valley of the Nutclough Woods, above our house, towards the two churches of Heptonstall, one extant and one ruined: they share a churchyard, and look further apart on this shot than they are in reality. The yellow stuff? Not sure of the exact species, but the buds confirm that spring is on its way, out there in the world where we used to play.
Being 42 