Tag Archives: Lockdown 3

At the Exit

Clocks have changed to British Summer Time. The Sun has come out. A strong southerly wind brings warmth to Norfolk.

People are out and about, the sound of children playing in the local park competes with goldfinches, blackbirds, chaffinches and the blue and great tits. An otter has been seen in the Wensum nearby and a large seal has come up river from the sea to nose around the old wharfside.

Daffodils, primroses jostle for attention, bluebells are preparing to make an entrance.

A day to savour. Not the end of Lockdown 3, but a step towards another way of living.

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n.b. And I have just seen two bats spinning by my windows.

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CLP 29/03/2021

L3 (Day 81.9): River

Caught by March gusts. See in these ripples which way the wind blows; we don’t need a weatherman. All is as it should be.

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CLP 28/03/2021

L3 (Day 81.8): Garden

Cherry tree blooms pink, so pink it’s almost punk. Colour splashed across a grey day.

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CLP 28/03/2021

L3 (Day 81.6): Bicycle

Gentle rotations. Wending through the old city. Taking in the architecture. Contemplating history and herstory.

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CLP 28/03/2021

L3 (Day 81.5): Window

Air fresh enough to raise goosebumps. Goldfinches twittering. Leaves forming on the silver birches. All in good time.

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CLP 28/03/2021

L3 (Day 81.4) Sofa

Reading ‘Dart’ by Alice Oswald. Watching the river flow, listening to its mutterings. Nice.

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CLP 28/03/2021

L3 (Day 81.3) Kitchen

Porridge. Low heat, slow cook. Take time to chew things over.

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CLP 28/03/2021

L3 (Day 81.2): Bathroom

I sit for longer than necessary. Shave slowly, carefully. I stand in the shower motionless. Air dry.

All part of the process.

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CLP 28/03/2021

L3 (Day 81.1): Bed

I am not day dreaming, not time wasting, not lazy. I am problem solving by channelling this morning’s energy into creative thinking. This is a form of exercise that demands only the heart, lungs and mind to remain active.

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CLP 28/03/2021

L3 (Day 80): Thorpe St. Andrew

There are some large spaces even within close reach of this compact city. Up here beyond Mousehold Heath there is high ground that contains swathes of abandoned land, fenced off, left to dereliction.

Who owns it? What grand plans do they have? Who knows? Somebody must.

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CLP 27/03/2021