Letting go of lockdown.

So my little corner of the world has opened up in the last month; shops and pubs, hotels and holiday cottages... And it’s been so lovely, and it feels normal, and finally, it feels safer.

But here’s the thing, I’ve gotten used to having time. Time to reflect, to think, to walk; for no other reason than walking, with no idea where I’m going. As we go ‘back to normal,’ my daily walks have been cut down to weekly. How long before I can’t even squeeze that in?

I said to Himself, that we should go and get the drone up last weekend. By the time 4 o’clock came around Sunday was lost under teenage homework, “I can’t find” and “have you washed” - it had clouded over something shocking (it is May, I’m British, so weather is a national pastime,) but I was adamant. Even if we just managed half hour.

We drove five minutes up the road and parked in a little cove. The wind picked up, and that was that, no drone for us. But I’d put my camera in the boot too. And this is the thing with all this ‘back to normal’ business. I’ve stopped stopping. I’ve stopped just looking around, or standing on the bridge to watch the cars pass underneath, or the trains go past.

And no matter how much effort I make to the contrary, just stopping is never going to be so easy again. So I'm trying to make sure I remind myself, as often as possible; Don't forget to look up.

Jo x