Feest Isolation Days – 11 July
Some days you need to break out of the routines you’ve established and head out into the world. We did precisely that yesterday. A friend called round for coffee and we managed to find that sweet spot between the rain and the cool breeze to sit in the garden and chat and for a few moments – we even needed our sunglasses!
After he left and we finished a late lunch I suggested we went for a drive. Off we went to Wales. The first time since March. We went to Tintern Abby and enjoyed the ancient ruin all over again. It opened in May 1131. There is something about seeing that sort of place that does wonders for the soul.
There were only a few cars there on a day that in normal times would have meant we couldn’t find a place to park. After a very short walk the rain returned and we drove into the forest which we’d walked in many times before. Today as it poured, we sat in the car and drank our cups of coffee from our flask and dunked our digestive biscuits into the milky warmth and felt grand.
For the first time in weeks we had a store prepared meal, so cooking was a pop in the oven and an easy to put together salad. Some days it’s good not to have to cook. Or do the washing up.
We then binged on the last three episodes of the third series of a Bosch we’ve been watching. Huddling under our blankets we thought it was time to turn the heat back on as it got so cold again. Nevertheless as we watched the rainfall from inside our cosy warm house we decided it had been a delightful day. Sometimes life has to happen unannounced and unplanned. Sometimes you just need a break from routine and a step or two out in the world and life is okay again.
Although things are beginning to open up, many of us, especially we older folks are not obliging. We will wait and see. It seems a safer bet. Speaking of betting, when we were in Wales we passed the Chepstow racecourse. We watched a few horses on the track running around in the rain with no spectators in the empty stands. Trainers and jockeys were wandering around as were a few groundsmen but no other people. There was one man on the outside of the fence looking into the track. He was up a ladder in the rain wearing his green mac and holding a huge umbrella trying to keep the Welsh misty rain away from his view. He must have placed a whack of money on one of those horses! Either that or he, too, was having one of those days when you coast and let it happen. But on second thoughts, who carries ladders with them…
Hope you have a few of these sorts of moments yourself in the next few days. We are heading to Exeter to see the kids one day this weekend. See you again on Monday.
Have a brilliant and safe weekend.
With love,
Kathy x