When I look at the stats for this blog, I see that it has been read in Kenya, Germany, USA and China, as well as fairly obviously the UK. It’s a funny thing, as soon as something is out on the internet, it belongs to everybody. Rather scary in some ways.
I did not manage a walk today, very unusual, but instead I did my Pilates class with my usual teacher, online, and this afternoon creosoted 4 fence panels. Definitely a fitness challenge. It’s one of those jobs which needs to be done when the weather is fine, and somehow normally there always seems something better to do. However, under lockdown, there is really no pretending, and so the day has finally dawned. I’m really pleased though. Instead of being a pale rather noticeable colour, the panels are now “Golden Brown” which makes them much less obtrusive. Unfortunately the smell remains exceedingly obtrusive and although I have had a shower and sprayed perfume around, eau de creosote remains.
I have been thinking recently about the village of Eyam in the Peak District, which I have visited many times, as my sister and family live nearby. In 1665 a bundle of cloth was delivered to the village, and the fleas carrying the plague caused the villagers to get sick and die. The vicar, the Reverend Mompesson, decided the best thing was to quarantine the whole village so that the neighbouring area should not be infected. Food was delivered from the next village, Stony Middleton, and was paid for by leaving coins in a dish of vinegar. Many Eyam villagers died, but it was felt to be for the greater good. I have always found it a very moving and inspiring story, even more so now, when we are attempting lockdown for the greater good.
Some people have kindly said that they find my ongoing saga of earrings entertaining. It certainly gives me a tiny daily challenge to pick another pair from the box, and recollect their origin. Today’s are small peridots: this is a pale green semi precious stone. I like green very much, and these earrings were made by a local jeweller. I also indulgently commissioned a small pendant and a ring. I do so hope that the shop will reopen after this crisis. It is wonderful to have local people who are so talented and can produce such exquisite items.
It was 21C today in the garden, like high summer. The birds were twittering merrily and I realise that they are so much more audible now that we have virtually no planes going over. The air quality is also noticeably better. Ironical that an invisible little virus has achieved something which all the high powered campaigning across the world failed to do. But I also read today that a comet is heading our way, so that or Covid 19? Perhaps T S Eliot was right: “This is the way the world ends, Not with a bang but a whimper”.