This time last year, I am sure we all thought that masks, restrictions, and mini lockdowns would be a distant memory and we would be free again. I suppose we will always be at risk of getting the virus, if only mildly, and it is time we got on with our lives. Please do not think I am writing glibly about this. My whole family had Covid in October 2020 and Bill was in hospital for 48 hours. He was very poorly indeed, but steroids and antibiotics were the answer. I do not think any of us have suffered much from the after-effects, other than jelly legs when walking the dog.
Talking of which, having Monty (our cockerpoo) has been a true boon, particularly when we feel sorry for ourselves. He has a great sense of humour and a wicked smile and, even at nearly seven years old, is still a puppy at heart. You can see he rules the roost sitting amongst my precious cushions and waiting to see the lead move from the shelf! (I have included a snap of him as a youngster and you have to admit that he is very appealing.)
One bright, but cold day last week I think I had the symptoms of cabin fever (been at my desk for too long), so Bill dragged me out for a walk. It was a glorious bright day and although cold, it was clear. We gave Monty a quick run down by the sailing club where he can have a swim if there are not too many swans standing guard. (They chase him away.)
As I visibly bucked up and stopped moaning, we headed off by car to Crickley Hill Country Park where, on a clear day, you can see all the way to Wales. This is a lovely spot although it can be very windy up there. There are remains of an iron-age fort on the hill and there is a very good visitor centre with exhibits from the excavations. The Park has a nature warden and there is always lots of information about the birds you might see and other wildlife passing through. I admit we treated ourselves to lunch there too – a granary, brie, bacon and cranberry toastie. Yum!
